Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

I'm probably so out of it at my age that I don't know what people think.

When I quit all these things and said I didn't have any time, I meant I didn't have any time.

When anyone escapes, my heart / leaps up. Even when it's I who am escaped from, / I am half on the side of the leaver.

This creature of the poem may assemble itself into a being with its own centrifugal force.

Maybe we can use a metaphor for it, out of dance. I think for many years I was aware of the need, in dance and in life, to breathe deeply and to take in more air than we usually take in.

Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.