Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
Bring to me, it said, continual proof you've been alive.
And the words we find are always insufficient, like love, though they are often lovely and all we have.
I’ve had it with all stingy-hearted sons of bitches. A heart is to be spent.
What feeling feels like over time. An attempt to screw up what feeling feels like over time. Heartbreak and a high C. . . . The often welcome melodic lie. . . . The soul's undersong. The orchestration of randomness, a flirtation with the boundaries of silence and space. . . . a reminder that the self wants to disappear, be taken away from itself and returned.
I wrote poetry for seven or eight years, maybe longer, before I could say I was a poet. If people asked, I'd say I wrote poetry; I wouldn't go further. I was in my mid- to late-thirties before I felt that I was a poet, which I think meant that I had begun to embody my poems in some way. I wasn't just a writer of them. Hard to say what, as a poet, my place in the world is. Some place probably between recognition and neglect.
There are always the simple events of your life that you might try to convert into legend.
Do not judge. Never presume to judge another human being anyway. That's up to heaven.
We all struggle with our failure to communicate and our failure to reach beyond fear to love people.
Love your friends and be just to your enemies.
The United States of course wants to follow the highest standards of conduct with regard to enemy combatants who follow the rules of war. It should and does follow the Geneva Conventions scrupulously when fighting the armed forces of other nations that have signed the Geneva Conventions or follow their principles.