She loved the wind because the wind loved me.
What falls away is always. And is near.
The soul has many motions, body one.
The poet: would rather eat a heart than a hambone.
Live in a perpetual great astonishment.
Be sure that whatever you are is you.
Teach as an old fishing guide takes out a beginner.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I fear those shadows most that start from my own feet.
Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.
Dreams drain the spirit if we dream too long.
O my poor words, bear with me.
What grace I have is enough.
What’s freedom for? To know eternity.
Brooding on God, I may become a man.
It’s your privilege to find me incomprehensible. I gave you my minutes; let them remain ours. I hope I haunt you.
Necessity starves on the stoop of invention.
Who sighs from far away?
Oh, to be something else, yet still to be!
Am I reduced to the indignity of examples?