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

Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.

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

And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?

In my own work, I usually revise through forty or fifty drafts of a poem before I begin to feel content with it.

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

You must not ever stop being whimsical.