After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.

This is the first, wildest, and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists, and that it is built entirely out of attention.

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.

Every day I walk out into the world / to be dazzled, then to be reflective.

My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.

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.

Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.