I wish I weren’t reeling at all.

I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!

I've got to get out of here. I choose a piece of shawl and my dirtiest suntans. I'll be back, I'll re-emerge, defeated, from the valley; you don't want me to go where you go, so I go where you don't want me to.

There is a geography which holds its hands just so far from the breast and pushes you away, crying so.

And always embrace things, people earth sky stars, as I do, freely and with the appropriate sense of space.

I dislike a great deal of contemporary poetry - all of the past you read is usually quite great - but it is a useful thorn to have in one's side.

Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible