Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

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

It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.

When I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.

On poetry: Everyone wants to know what it means. But nobody is asking, How does it feel?

It's very important to write things down instantly, or you can lose the way you were thinking out a line. I have a rule that if I wake up at 3 in the morning and think of something, I write it down. I can't wait until morning - it'll be gone.

There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?