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.

My first two books are out of print and, okay, they can sleep there comfortably. It's early work, derivative work.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.

Poetry is one of the original arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

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