My Cradle Was A Shoe.

Sitting Over Words Very Late I Have Heard A Kind Of Whispered Sighing Not Far Like A Night Wind In Pines Or Like The Sea In The Dark The Echo Of Everything That Has Ever Been Spoken Still Spinning Its One Syllable Between The Earth And Silence.

Poetry Is A Way Of Looking At The World For The First Time.

Now All My Teachers Are Dead Except Silence.

There Are Poets Who Believe That You Shouldn't Engage At All In Any Cause. And There's Something To Be Said For That. Because You Don't Want To - I Think Most Political Poetry Is Very Bad. And It's Very Bad Because You Know Too Much To Start With. You Have A Sense That You're Right, And You're Trying To Tell Other People What's Right. And I Think That's Always Kind Of Fundamentalism, And I Don't Like It.

In The Time That I Have Been Acquainted With This Region I Have Become Increasingly Aware Of It As A Testament Of Water, The Origin And Guide Of Its Contours And Gradients And Of All The Lives - The Plants And Small Creatures, And The Culture - That Evolved Here. That Was Always Here To Be Seen, Of Course, And The Recognition Has Forced Itself, In One Form Or Other, Upon People In Every Part Of The World Who Have Been Directly Involved With The Growing Of Living Things. The Gardener Who Ignores It Is Soon Left With No Garden.