No one wants to read poetry. You have to make it impossible for them to put the poem down--impossible for them to stop reading it, word after word. You have to keep them from closing the book.

One writes in order to feel.

What three things can never be done? / Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone

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

I hear the singing of the lives of women. They clear mystery, the offering, and pride.

Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

I speak to you. You speak to me. Is that fragile?