You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.

Peace as a positive condition of society, not merely as an interim between wars, is something so unknown that it casts no images on the mind's screen.

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")

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

Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies.

There is no savor more sweet, more salt than to be glad to be what, woman, and who, myself, I am.

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