So Let The World Go, But Hold

Whatever Peace I Know Rests In The Natural World, In Feeling Myself A Part Of It, Even In A Small Way.

We Are Never Done With Thinking About Our Parents, I Suppose, And Come To Know Them Better Long After They Are Dead Than We Ever Did When They Were Alive.

I Write Poems, Have Always Written Them, To Transcend The Painfully Personal And Reach The Universal.

Don't Forget That Compared To A Grownup Person Every Baby Is A Genius. Think Of The Capacity To Learn! The Freshness, The Temperament, The Will Of A Baby A Few Months Old!

I Feel More Alive When I'm Writing Than I Do At Any Other Time--except Maybe When I'm Making Love.