I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]
I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen.