Yes, and even for the past...that it will turn out to have been all right for what it was. Something I can accept. Mistakes made by the self I had to be or was not able to be.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

The people I want to hear about are the people who take risks.

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.

Freedom lies in being bold.

Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.