I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.

The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.

When you're really caught up in writing a poem, it can be a form of prayer. I'm not very good at praying, but what I experience when I'm writing a poem is close to prayer. I feel it in different degrees and not with every poem. But in certain ways writing is a form of prayer.

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

We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.

The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.

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