We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.

The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing

I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.

The sea isn't a place but a fact, and a mystery.

... the natural world is the old river that runs through everything, and I think poets will forever fish along its shores.

All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing

For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.