Any woodthrush shows it - he sings, not to fill the world, but because he is filled.

As this life is not a gate, but the horse plunging through it.

Gestation requires protected space; ripening requires both permeability to the outer — and non-disturbance.

Poetry's task is to increase the available stock of reality, R P Blackmur said.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

An ordinary hole beside a path through the woods might begin to open to altered worlds.

I've gone to Yaddo many times, I've worked at the Rockefeller Foundation's Center for Scholars and Artists in Bellagio. That these are places of beauty and of changed landscape is helpful - but far more important for me is that they offer what I feel as a monastic luxury: undisturbed time.