Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.

There comes a time when only anger is love.

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

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

Teachers at all levels encourage the idea that you have to talk about things in order to understand them, because they wouldn't have jobs, otherwise. But it's phony, you know.

I'll dig in into my days, having come here to live, not to visit. Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.

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.