Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.

I consider myself kind of a reporter - one who uses words that are more like music and that have a choreography. I never think of myself as a poet; I just get up and write.

The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention.

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

Poetry is a life-cherishing force.

Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that.