I am so glad you are here. It helps me realize how beautiful my world is.

Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!

I have patience for centuries in me and will live as though my time were very big.

Be ahead of all farewells as if they were behind you, like the winter that is just departing.

Strangely, I heard a stranger say, I am with you.

Poetic power is great, strong as a primitive instinct; it has its own unyielding rhythms in itself and breaks out as out of mountains.

I am so afraid of people's words.They describe so distinctly everything: And this they call dog and that they call house, here the start and there the end. I worry about their mockery with words, they know everything, what will be, what was; no mountain is still miraculous; and their house and yard lead right up to God. I want to warn and object: Let the things be! I enjoy listening to the sound they are making. But you always touch: and they hush and stand still. That's how you kill.