I just kept on doing what everyone starts out doing. The real question is, why did other people stop? |
I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don't have any sense of its coming to a kind of crescendo, or of its petering out either. It is just going steadily along. |
I think language does bring us together. Fragile and misleading as it is, it's the best communication we've got, and poetry is language at its most intense and potentially fulfilling. Poems do bring people together. |
I'll be me, but I don't like it. |
If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star. |
If you have things right in your life
but do not know why, you are just lucky, and you will not move in the little ways that encourage good fortune. |
It is as if the ordinary language we use every day has a hidden set of signals; a kind of secret code. |
It is time for all the heroes to go home if they have any, time for all of us common ones to locate ourselves by the real things we live by. |
Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music. |
Leave sound in an empty house in its own room there. . . . |
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one stirring, no plans. Just being there. |
My name is William Tell: when little oppressions touch me arrows hidden in my cloak whisper, "Ready, ready." |
Next time what I'd do is look at the earth before saying anything. I'd stop just before going into a house and be an emperor for a minute and listen better to the wind or to the air being still. |
One way to find your place is like the rain, a million requests for lodging, one that wins, finds your cheek: you find your home. |
Our Father Who art in Heaven can lick their Father Who art in Heaven. |