Poetry is one of the original arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.

I have a little dog who likes to nap with me. He climbs on my body and puts his face in my neck. He is sweeter than soap. He is more wonderful than a diamond necklace, which can't even bark.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.

Don't we all die someday and someday comes all too soon? What will you do with your own wild, glorious chance at this thing we call life.

If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it.

I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.

How heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure light