A poem is a cup of words open to the sky and wind in a bucket.

I keep thinking, we teach children to use language to solve their disputes. We teach them not to hit and fight and bite. Then look what adults do!

I want to be someone making music/with my coming.

My mother used to tell me when I went somewhere, "Please leave your foolishness at home." But how could I do that? It was stuck on me.

... the real heroes of race and culture would always be the people who stepped out of their own line to make a larger circle.

The hands are churches that worship the world.

It was terrible when a single conversation with someone determined your whole future relationship.