One tends to write beyond what's needed

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.

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

What are the questions you wish to ask?

Association brings impartation

Little islands are all large prisons

You know, I have no web presence, and I don't know that there's many people who really do know me that much anymore.

You have to do what you think is the right thing, but just make sure it’s the right thing in the long run, and not just for the moment.

Nothing puts peace in its proper perspective better than the loss of personal liberty first.

[T]here is only one large circle that we march in, around and around, each of us with our own little picture -- in front of us -- our own little mirage that we think is the future.

I never have a bad night, bad day, bad moment.

Faith is not like bottled water but like rain. Its destiny is not just to be kept and held but to make something visible grow.

True genius walks along a line, and, perhaps, our greatest pleasure is in seeing it so often near falling, without being ever actually down.

Let go of the things that make you feel dead. Life is worth living!