I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

Poems like to have a destination for their flight. They are homing pigeons.

when I am working I immediately feel hopeful.

The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.

If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be? Half the world is feminine - why is there resentment at a female-oriented art? Nobody asks The Tale of Genji to be masculine! Women certainly learn a lot from books oriented toward a masculine world. Why is not the reverse also true? Or are men really so afraid of women's creativity?

I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.