A poet's interest in craft never fades, of course.
Always there is something worth saying about glory, about gratitude.
What I have done is learn to love and learn to be loved. That didn't come easy.
Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.
Almost anything is too much. I am trying in my poems to have the reader be the experiencer. I do not want to be there. It is not even a walk we take together.