Time marks us while we are marking time.
You must believe a poem is a holy thing, a good poem, that is.
I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.
Being, not doing, is my first joy.
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.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.