What I do not know and cannot even hope to understand before I die is why human beings are willfully, coldly, matter-of-factly cruel to each other. . . What nerve has atrophied in the torturer, or worse is sensually moved?
His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
Every poet has a certain amount of "stuff. " That's what you draw from for imagery. The more stuff you know well, not simply intellectually but sensually, emotionally, intimately, the wider the pool from which you draw.