We're losing a species every few seconds. We cannot put them back. If we change our mind and say, 'Oops, we made a mistake' - it's too late. This is the world we live with.

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

I think there's a kind of desperate hope built into poetry that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there's still time.

come back believer in shade believer in silence and elegance believer in ferns believer in patience believer in the rain

Send me out into another life lord because this one is growing faint I do not think it goes all the way

What I really believe is the only hopeful relation between our life and the whole of life is one of reverence and respect and of feeling at one with it. The other attitude which is the one our society is based on is devastating and it is killing the earth and it is killing us too.

My cradle was a shoe.