May my silences become more accurate.

You must believe a poem is a holy thing, a good poem, that is.

Teach as an old fishing guide takes out a beginner.

I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.

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.

Be sure that whatever you are is you.

I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing.