Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.

In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.

The naming of cats is a difficult matter

If you do not push the boundaries, you will never know where they are.

Sand. Everywhere. In the bed, in the shower, all over the floor. Grrrrr.

With cats, some say, one rule is true: Don't speak till you are spoken to.