Most people have to talk so they won't hear.

I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy.

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.

Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?

One of the good elements of old age is that we no longer have to prove anything, to ourselves or to anyone else. We are what we are.

It is dangerous it seems to me for a civilization when there is a complete abyss betewen people in general and the artists. Or is it always so? The poets who are most ardently on the people's side write in such a way that the people cannot see rhyme nor reason to their work.