It is always pleasant to learn that someone takes an interest in a work which one enjoyed writing

I wish i could press snowflakes in a book like flowers.

The aim of the poet, or other artist, is first to make something; and it's impossible to make something out of words and not communicate

I do not usually revise much, though I often cut, particularly the end or toward the end of a poem

Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December.

It seems to me that readers sometimes make the genesis of a poem more mysterious than it is (by that I perhaps mean, think of it as something outside their own experience)

However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.

A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water.

One tends to write beyond what's needed

What are the questions you wish to ask?

In literature, as in love, one can only speak for himself.

Getting healthy will always result in weight loss as a side effect, but a side effect of dieting and weight loss is often poorer health.

Experience enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.

It is impossible to lose your footing while on your knees.

Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.

What do you despise? By this are you truly known.

My soul hates the fool whose only passion is to live by rule.

Do not nag yourself with a sense of failure

We delight in the mere sight of the delicate glow of fading rays clinging to the surface of a dusky wall, there to live out what little life remains to them.

Integration will not bring a man back from the grave.