To live in this world you must be able to do three things- to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it goPoetry Love
You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.Inspirational Life
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.Understanding Poetry Darkness
I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world.Positive Attitude
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled- to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.Life Poetry Difficulty
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.Short World
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.Poetry Freedom
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.Life Poetry
Listen- are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life? 
To live in this world you must be able to do three things- to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go 
You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life. 
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? 
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. 
I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to the rest of the world. 
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled- to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. 
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. 
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.