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.

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

I have with me all that I do not knowI have lost none of it.

You grieve Not that heaven does not exist but That it exists without us

I'm very pessimistic about the future of the human species. We have been so indifferent to life on the whole that it will take its toll. It's not just the polar bears that are having a hard time; what we're doing is gradually impoverishing and poisoning the whole of the rest of life.

Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning