To seek out beauty in our work is to make a pilgrimage of our labors, to understand that the consummation of work lies not only in what we have done, but who we have become while accomplishing the task.

To feel a full and untrammeled joy is to have become fully generous; to allow our selves to be joyful is to have walked through the doorway of fear, the dropping away of the anxious worried self...the vulnerability of happiness felt suddenly as a strength, a solace and a source, the claiming of our place in the living conversation.

I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love and the bitter unwanted passion of your sure defeat. I have heard, in that fierce embrace, even the gods speak of God.

Poetry for me has been a long pilgrimage, a journey and a growing relationship with the unknown.

Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

What you plan is too small for you to live.

There's a fierce practicality and empiricism which the whole imaginative, lyrical aspect of poetry comes from.