"In a room with many windowssome thoughts slide past uncatchable, ghostly."
- Jane Hirshfield
"It is, of course, we who house poems as much as their words, and we ourselves must be the locus of poetry's depth of newness. Still, the permeability seems to travel both ways: a changed self will fin..."
"Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it."
"TreeIt is foolishto let a young redwoodgrow next to a house.Even in this one lifetime,you will have to choose.That great calm being,this clutter of soup pots and books--Already the first branch-tips b..."
"The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to c"