There is no house like the house of belonging.

and how we are all preparing for that abrupt waking, and that calling, and that moment we have to say yes, except it will not come so grandly, so Biblically, but more subtly and intimately in the face of the one you know you have to love

The truth about our own modest contribution might immobilize us: much easier then, to tell ourselves a story about how much we make our own reality.

A good poem has its own life. It's like bringing a child into the world. You, the poet, birthed the child, but the child will surprise you continually. I think a work of art has its own aliveness, its own future.

The fear of loss, in one form or another, is the motivator behind all conscious and unconscious dishonesties.

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

You'll always love the person, if you're sensible. But you get a lot of people, especially in divorces and separations, doing a lot of damage to themselves, because they can't figure out that they actually still love this person, but not in their original way.