If You're Imaginatively Responsible To The Place

The Earth Forgives The Previous Year Every Year.

Sometimes From This Hillside Just After Sunset The Rim Of The Sky Takes On A Tinge Of The Palest Green, Like The Flesh Of A Cucumber When You Peel It Carefully.

There's Very Little Solid Research On Readership, Yet People Make Pronouncements About It All The Time.

Take The Time To Write. You Can Do Your Life's Work In Half An Hour A Day.

If You Were Making Poetry Out Of Convictions - Trying To Convince Other People - You Were In The Territory Of Rhetoric, And That Wasn't The Territory Of Poetry. I Think That's Pretty Smart. I Think That It Doesn't Need To Be Altogether True, But That Was My Starting Place.