The world speaks everything to us.It is our only friend.

So, the world happens twice --once what we see it as;second it legends itselfdeep, the way it is.

Will you ever bring a better gift for the worldthan the breathing respect that you carrywherever you go right now?

A great snug wall goes around everything,has always been there, will alwaysremain. It is a good world to belost in. It comforts you. It isall right. And you sleep.

It is time for all the heroes to go homeif they have any, time for all of us common onesto locate ourselves by the real thingswe live by.

I think language does bring us together. Fragile and misleading as it is, it's the best communication we've got, and poetry is language at its most intense and potentially fulfilling. Poems do bring people together.