Life on the planet is born of woman.

We are, none of us, 'either' mothers or daughters; to our amazement, confusion, and greater complexity, we are both.

Life on the planet is born of woman.

Behind all art is an element of desire...Love of life, of existence, love of another human being, love of human beings is in some way behind all art — even the most angry, even the darkest, even the most grief-stricken, and even the most embittered art has that element somewhere behind it. Because how could you be so despairing, so embittered, if you had not had something you loved that you lost?

I feel more helpless with you than without you.

As a very young poet, I had been brought up on that dogma that politics was bad for poetry.

It is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do not understand.