Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed
No partner in a love relationship... should feel that he has to give up an essential part of himself to make it viable.
There the door is always open into the “holy” — growth, birth, death.
When one's not writing poems - and I'm not at the moment - you wonder how you ever did it. It's like another country you can't reach.
Time spent with poets is never wasted.
How slowly one comes to understand anything!