By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.

Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

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

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

And of course there must be something wrongIn wanting to silence any song.