The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length
Poetry is a reaching out forward expression, an effort to find fulfillment
The people I am most afraid of are those who are the most afraid.
The best way out is always through.
We love the things we love for what they are.
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.