If a man urge me to tell wherefore I loved him, I feel it cannot be expressed but by answering: Because it was he, because it was myself.
I feel that I am a citizen of the American dream and that the revolutionary struggle of which I am a part is a struggle against the American nightmare.
I feel most alive, most electric with faith, breath, and courage, when I think of God as a current that runs through all that is. Not by will or by choice. Not as a benediction but because there are laws even God must obey.
I feel that God has given me a very special opportunity that I should not let go to waste. I use the gift he has given me.
And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee.
If you work hard at anything, you’re going to experience some success. And the greatest gift is when you have something you really love to do and you can integrate that into your work life. I feel like it’s a real privilege that I get to do something that is good for my community and good for the world. But it’s also pleasurable for me.
But I can only write what the muse allows me to write. I cannot choose, I can only do what I am given, and I feel pleased when I feel close to concrete poetry – still.
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You’ve got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you’ve got to burn away all the peripherals.
New poems no longer come to me with their prodigies of metaphor and assonance. Prose endures. I feel the circles grow smaller, and old age is a ceremony of losses, which is, on the whole, preferable to dying at forty-seven or fifty-two.
When I find myself in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a room full of dukes.