Certain words now in our knowledge we will not use again, and we will never forget them. We need them. Like the back of the picture.

Your absence has gone through me

Obviously a garden is not the wilderness but an assembly of shapes, most of them living, that owes some share of its composition, it’s appearance, to human design and effort, human conventions and convenience, and the human pursuit of that elusive, indefinable harmony that we call beauty. It has a life of its own, an intricate, willful, secret life, as any gardener knows. It is only the humans in it who think of it as a garden. But a garden is a relationship, which is one of the countless reasons why it is never finished.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

The moment we turn over the soil we start poisoning it and we go on poisoning it all the way through... and there's probably not a river in the United States that doesn't have pesticide poisoning in it. The fish are dying. The seas are getting polluted. All of these things are happening. The rain forests are going. That's what the context is.

So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words

Poetry is a way of looking at the world for the first time.