Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

In my own work, I usually revise through forty or fifty drafts of a poem before I begin to feel content with it.

Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.

There is only one question: / how to love this world.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.

Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?