What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?

Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.

Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

I worked probably 25 years by myself, just writing and working, not trying to publish much, not giving readings.

The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.

I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.