Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise.

In city, in suburb, in forest, no way to stretch out the arms - so if you would grow, go straight up or deep down.

Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemons off the tree! I don't want to forget who I am, what has burned in me, and hang limp and clean, an empty dress -

I thought I was growing wings— it was a cocoon. I thought, now is the time to step into the fire— it was deep water. Eschatology is a word I learned as a child: the study of Last Things; facing my mirror—no longer young, the news—always of death, the dogs—rising from sleep and clamoring and howling, howling.... ("Seeing For a Moment")

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.

Both art and faith are dependent on imagination; both are ventures into the unknown.

Writing poetry is a process of discovery...you can smell the poem before you see it....Like some animal.