...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.

To conquer a piece of earth and make it as beautiful as one can dream of it being: That is art, too. A man cannot be separated from the earth. I come out of the garden every day feeling, oh, inspired in a way that one needs in order to convert the daily-ness of the life into something greater than that little life itself.

Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.

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.

End with an image and don't explain.

The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking it is necessary to go through dark and deeper dark and not to turn

A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him.