I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.

Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.

The footpath down to the well is healed.

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.