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.

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

Affliction is more apt to suffocate the imagination than to stimulate it.

If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.

Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appears, with considered judgement, bears the light beneath the rifted clouds - the invisible shared out in endless abundance.

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

There's in my mind a... turbulent moon-ridden girl or old woman, or both, dressed in opals and rags, feathers and torn taffeta, who knows strange songs but she is not kind.