The purpose of poetry is to remind ushow difficult it is to remain just one person,for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, and invisible guests come in and out at will.

You see how I tryTo reach with wordsWhat matters mostAnd how I fail.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent; A thing brought forth that we didn't know we had in us, So we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out And stood in the light, licking its tail.

I have defined poetry as a 'passionate pursuit of the Real.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person...

Since poetry deals with the singular, not the general, it cannot - if it is good poetry - look at things of this earth other than as colorful, variegated, and exciting, and so, it cannot reduce life, with all its pain, horror, suffering, and ecstasy, to a unified tonality of boredom and complaint. By necessity poetry is therefore on the side of being and against nothingness.

How to resist nothingness? What powerPreserves what once was, if memory does not last?For I remember little. I remember so very little.

Poetry is an attempt to penetrate the dense reality to find a place where the simplest things look as new as through the eyes of a child.