I didn’t want anybody seeing my fire until I burned them with it.
Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting PoetHow can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?
Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting PoetThe more inhuman we became the more we understood each other as humans.
Caged: Memoirs of a Cage-Fighting PoetHad any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?
The Forgotten GardenWalking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.
A Fine and Private PlaceHonest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.
Collected Poems, 1909-1962I do not know if all cops are poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers.
Invisible Man