I know many lives worth living.

I do not live happily or comfortably With the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, The news is all about bombs and blood. This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm, speckled eggs. I touched them. Then went away softly, Having felt something more wonderful Than all the electricity of New York City.

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.

I took one look and fell, hook and tumble.

Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.

As a child, what captivated me was reading the poems myself and realizing that there was a world without material substance which was nevertheless as alive as any other.

I was very careful never to take an interesting job. If you have an interesting job, you get interested in it.