There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged - though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.

I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.

The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length.

I read poetry to save time.

I will die Before My Time. Because I feel the shadow's Depth. So much I wanted to accomplish. before I reached my Death.