Today I am altogether without ambition. Where did I get such wisdom?
If I've done my work well, I vanish completely from the scene. I believe it is invasive of the work when you know too much about the writer.
Attention without feeling is only a report.
Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?
Each body is a lion of courage, something precious of the earth.
Almost anything is too much. I am trying in my poems to have the reader be the experiencer. I do not want to be there. It is not even a walk we take together.