But above all, the poet, is he who names things... And that's the poet's mission, profound and sacred communication. And another word for that is love.
—Where The Air Is Clear. University of Illinois, Bloomington, Il. Dalkey Archive Press, 1960
There's one frontier we only dare to cross at night. The frontier of our differences with others, of our battles with ourselves. I'm afraid that each of us carries the real frontier inside.