When it comes to the important things one is always alone.

Old age is not an illness, it is a timeless ascent. As power diminishes, we grow toward the light.

A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

each new poem is partly propelled by the formal energies of all the poems that have preceded it in the history of literature.

I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room.

a poet never feels useful.