For poems are not, as people think, simply emotions (one has emotions early enough)-they are experiences.

I implore those who love me to love my solitude.

We are not permitted to linger, even with what is most intimate.

The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.

Understand, I'll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I'll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows with only this one dream: You come too.

and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don't know if I'm a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song

True singing is a different breath, about nothing.