"Y por que el sol es tan mal amigodel caminante en el desierto?Y por que el sol es tan simpaticoen el jardin del hospital?And why is the sun such a bad companionto the traveler in the desert?And why is the sun so congenial in the hospital garden?"
"Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread."
"I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Tough fireIn the sound;Feel through the darkFor the scream."
"I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty."
"But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me."
"Escóndeme en tus brazospor esta noche sola,mientras la lluvia rompecontra el mar y la tierrasu boca innumerable."