Lunches are just not good. They take the heart out of the day and the spaciousness from the morning's work.

I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better.

The fact is that I have lived with the belief that power, any kind of power, was the one thing forbidden to poets. ... Power requires that the inner person never be unmasked. No, we poets have to go naked. And since this is so, it is better that we stay private people; a naked public person would be rather ridiculous, what?

I sometimes imagine that as one grows older one comes to live a role which as a young person one merely 'played.

It is harder for women, perhaps to be 'one-pointed,' much harder for them to clear space around whatever it is they want to do beyond household chores and family life. Their lives are fragmented... the cry not so much for a 'a room of one's own' as time of one's own. Conflict become acute, whatever it may be about, when there is no margin left on any day in which to try at least to resolve it.

I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials.

You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.