I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.

... the natural world is the old river that runs through everything, and I think poets will forever fish along its shores.

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

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.

Today I am altogether without ambition. Where did I get such wisdom?