Goodness begins simply with the fact of life itself.
This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.
I am an ordinary human being who is impelled to write poetry. ... I still do feel that a poet has a duty to words, and that words can do wonderful things, and it's too bad to just let them lie there without doing anything with and for them.
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.
As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.