May My Silences Become More Accurate.

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.

You Must Believe: A Poem Is A Holy Thing - A Good Poem, That Is. The Poem, Even A Short Time After Being Written, Seems No Miracle; Unwritten, It Seems Something Beyond The Capacity Of The Gods.

So Much Of Adolescence Is An Ill-defined Dying, An Intolerable Waiting, A Longing For Another Place And Time, Another Condition.

I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.