Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.
A longing for the dance stirs in the buried life.
Poetry is the enemy of the poem.
Certainly the modern poets I cherish most are disturbing spirits; they do not come to coo.
You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.
I associate the garden with the whole experience of being alive, and so, there is nothing in the range of human experience that is separate from what the garden can signify in its eagerness and its insistence, and in its driving energy to live -- to grow, to bear fruit.