Turn on the dream you lived
through the unwavering gaze.
It is as you thought: the living burn.
In the floating days
may you discover grace.

The very heart of the American enterprise has been taken up by the material and by power, ... It's not the kind of country [where] you'd expect to see poetry flower.

I think it might help to keep his memory vivid, ... People might be led from one book to the other.

Let our scars fall in love.

That's the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound, and when you understand it, it is only ridiculous.

The first step... shall be to lose the way.