Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I know no one worth my envying him.

Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.

A man should not love the moon. An ax should not lose weight in his hand. His garden should smell of rotting apples, And grow a fair amount of nettles.

We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.

Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.