I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife.

I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife.

I could take a walk with my wife and try
to explain the ghosts I can't stop speaking to.
Or I could read all those books piling up
about the beginning of the end of understanding...
Meanwhile, it's such a beautiful morning,
the changing colors, the hypnotic light.
I could sit by the window watching the leaves,
which seem to know exactly how to fall
from one moment to the next. Or I could lose
everything and have to begin over again.

I have wished you something
None of the others would....

Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.

I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any-after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think?