On poetry: Everyone wants to know what it means. But nobody is asking, How does it feel?

I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.

Almost anything is too much. I am trying in my poems to have the reader be the experiencer. I do not want to be there. It is not even a walk we take together.

The god of dirt came up to me many times and said so many wise and delectable things, I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, frog voice; now, he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever from, One or Two Things

Everybody has to have their little tooth of power. Everybody wants to be able to bite.

When I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.

The sea is the most beautiful face in our universe.