What can we do about God, who makes and then breaks every god-forsaken, beautiful day?
Look for verbs of muscle, adjectives of exactitude.
Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over.
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
...whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things.
I worked privately, and sometimes I feel that might be better for poets than the kind of social workshop gathering. My school was the great poets: I read, and I read, and I read.