Wild Sings The Bird Of The Heart

I Love The Line Of Flaubert About Observing Things Very Intensely. I Think Our Duty As Writers Begins Not With Our Own Feelings, But With The Powers Of Observing.

A Poet's Interest In Craft Never Fades, Of Course.

Today Again I Am Hardly Myself. It Happens Over And Over.

We All Have A Hungry Heart, And One Of The Things We Hunger For Is Happiness. So As Much As I Possibly Could, I Stayed Where I Was Happy. I Spent A Great Deal Of Time In My Younger Years Just Writing And Reading, Walking Around The Woods In Ohio, Where I Grew Up.

Instructions For Living A Life. Pay Attention. Be Astonished. Tell About It.