Separation Your Absence Has Gone Through Me

Obviously A Garden Is Not The Wilderness But An Assembly Of Shapes, Most Of Them Living, That Owes Some Share Of Its Composition, It’s Appearance, To Human Design And Effort, Human Conventions And Convenience, And The Human Pursuit Of That Elusive, Indefinable Harmony That We Call Beauty. It Has A Life Of Its Own, An Intricate, Willful, Secret Life, As Any Gardener Knows. It Is Only The Humans In It Who Think Of It As A Garden. But A Garden Is A Relationship, Which Is One Of The Countless Reasons Why It Is Never Finished.

Politically It Would Be Terribly Repressive To Prevent People From Having As Many Children As They Want. But Something's Got To Prevent It; And It Won't Be Pleasant... We're Still Behaving In Ways That Have Become Disastrous... I Don't Think This Helps Us To Survive... We're Very Species-centric... And Now Exist At The Expense Of Every Other Form Of Life On Earth.

Modern Poetry, For Me, Began Not In English At All But In Spanish, In The Poems Of Lorca.

You Grieve Not That Heaven Does Not Exist But That It Exists Without Us

Every Year Without Knowing It I Have Passed The Day When The Last Fires Will Wave To Me