I want to be braver and more honest about my life. When you're sexually abused, there's a lot of damage.

I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.

And over one more set of hills, along the sea, the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness and are giving it back to the world. If I had another life I would want to spend it all on some unstinting happiness.

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone. When I'm alone I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing.