A great book is a homing device For navigating paradise. A good book somehow makes you care About the comfort of a chair. A bad book owes to many trees A forest of apologies.

I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With bookworms in my coffin.

The Ladybug wears no disguises. She is just what she advertises. A speckled spectacle of spring, A fashion statement on the wing.... A miniature orange kite. A tiny dot-to-dot delight.

Poetry is perfect verbs hunting for elusive nouns.

I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.

Poetry is prose, bent out of shape.

Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.