Unless the gentle inherit the earth, / There will be no earth.

It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength.

In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.

For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.

He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.

Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.

It feels a long way up and down from zero.