If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

If poetry and the arts do anything, they can fortify your inner life, your inwardness.

All I know is a door into the dark

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

In poetry, everything can be faked but the intensity of utterance.

Nowadays, what an award gives is a sense of solidarity with the poetry guild, as it were: sustenance coming from the assent of your peers on the judging panel.