Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?

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

People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work.

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy. I spent a great deal of time in my younger years just writing and reading, walking around the woods in Ohio, where I grew up.

And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I'll take grace. I don't know what it is exactly, but I'll take it.

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