I believe every space and comma is a living part of the poem and has its function, just as every muscle and pore of the body has its function. And the way the lines are broken is a functioning part essential to the life of the poem.

You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.

What I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can.

Every day, every day I hear enough to fill a year of nights with wondering.

Mediocrity is perhaps due not so much to lack of imagination as to lack of faith in the imagination, lack of the capacity for this abandon.

Very few people really see things unless they've had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus.

But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.