All culture developed as some wild, raw creature strived to live better and longer.
A poet's interest in craft never fades, of course.
The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing
I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.
To find a new word that is accurate and different, you have to be alert for it.
Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?