For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.

There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow.

Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length

Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.