Outrage and possibility are in all the poems we know.

Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.

Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.

The universe of poetry is the universe of emotional truth. Our material is in the way we feel and the way we remember.

Those who speak of our culture as dead or dying have a quarrel with life, and I think they cannot understand its terms, but must endlessly repeat the projection of their own desires.

If we look long enough and hard enough ... we will begin to see the connections that bind us together, and when we recognize those connections, we will begin to change the world.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.