He took everything into his mouth and his nose and his eyes and his tongue, he is the most sensual poet of the 20th century. If he were alive when I was alive and aware, I would have smashed my way to lie with him to hear him breathe and sing. I once met a very old man who had known him both in New York and during the civil war in Spain and he talked about him not about his politics, about him and the words that he loved and the way he moved. That's one thing that struck me that I hadn't heard before – the way he moved, hot and awkward like his writing with a sudden gracefulness, "verde que te quiero verde, verde viento, verdes ramas."
From an Interview: The Dancer Into Poet