If you really dig a chick, you should talk to her, not steal her picture.
Take the time to write. You can do your life's work in half an hour a day.
It's hell writing and it's hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.
Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances.
Do poets have any insight into what's the right ratio? I doubt it, but I think that they can be awake to what the ends are.
The birds are silent in the woods. Just wait: soon enough You will be quiet too
After a while I understood that, talking this way, everything dissolves: justice, pine, hair, woman, you and I. There was a woman I made love to and I remembered how, holding her small shoulders in my hands sometimes, I felt a violent wonder at her presence like a thirst for salt, for my childhood river with its island willows, silly music from the pleasure boat, muddy places where we caught the little orange-silver fish called pumpkinseed. It hardly had to do with her. Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
What we find is that our brains have colossal things happening in them all the time.
I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.
Do not waste your time with people who have shown you they really mean no good for you.