Who knows what will happen or where I will be sent, yet already I have given a great many things away, expecting to be told to pack nothing, except the prayers which, with this thirst, I am slowly learning.

I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.

To find a new word that is accurate and different, you have to be alert for it.

... to write well it is entirely necessary to read widely and deeply. Good poems are the best teachers.

Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.