Instructions for living a life. Pay attention.
I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.
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...
I went down not long agoto the Mad River, under the willowsI knelt and drank from that crumpled flow, call itwhat madness you will, there's a sicknessworse than the risk of death and that'sforgetting...
So every dayI was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth
Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket you put your life into it and make something out of that.
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy. I spent a great deal of time in my younger years just writing...
People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work.
To interrupt the writer from the line of thought is to wake the dreamer from the dream. The dreamer cannot enter that dream, precisely as it was unfolding, ever again.
Poetry is a life-cherishing force.
I simply do not distinguish between work and play.
In my sleep I dreamed this poem)Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness.It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift.
Animals praise a good day, a good hunt. They praise rain if they're thirsty. That's prayer. They don't live an unconscious life, they simply have no language to talk about these things. But they are g...
Love, love, love, says Percy.And hurry as fast as you canalong the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.Then, go to sleep.Give up your body heat, your beating heart.Then, trust.
Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a singlefriend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the o...
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy.
I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.