It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

The trouble is, old age is not interesting until one gets there. It's a foreign country with an unknown language to the young and even to the middle-aged.

I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am happy.

Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation