You must believe: a poem is a holy thing - a good poem, that is. The poem, even a short time after being written, seems no miracle; unwritten, it seems something beyond the capacity of the gods.

And I rejoiced in being what I was.

A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.

May my silences become more accurate.

In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.

The soul has many motions, body one.

Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.