It hardly seems worthwhile to point out the shortsightedness of those practitioners who would have us believe that the form of the poem is merely its shape.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
I try not to observe myself in the process of composing a poem because I don’t want to come up with a formula, which I would then be unscrupulous in using.
Mostly the thought and the verse come inseparably. In my poem Poetics, it’s as close as I come to telling how I do it.
Sometimes you have a poem that you really want to write and it never happens.
Every old poem is sacred.
In anything you write – in a short story, a poem – there has to be a counter-motion; it can’t go all in one direction.
The difference between ‘lighght’ and another type of poem with more words is that it doesn’t have a reading process. Even a five-word poem has a beginning, middle, and end. A one-word poem doesn’t. You can see it all at once. It’s instant.
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet’s abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.