āPoetry is meant to be heard.ā
āAnd that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?ā
āHow heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure lightā
āAll my lifeI have been restless--I have felt there is somethingmore wonderful than gloss--than wholeness--than staying at home.ā
āI believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.ā
āWhen will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.ā
āI have supped full with horrors.ā
āSome smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.ā
āTo wilful men, the injuries that they themselves procure must be their schoolmasters.ā