We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.
Time spent with poets is never wasted.
For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were being asked an inescapable question by an angel with whom I must wrestle to get at the answer.
Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.
At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.
Your poems will happen when no one is there.