A Lifetime Isn't Long Enough For The

Whoever You Are, No Matter How Lonely, The World Offers Itself To Your Imagination.

People Want Poetry. They Need Poetry. They Get It. They Don't Want Fancy Work.

And Now I Understand Something So Frightening &wonderful- How The Mind Clings To The Road It Knows, Rushing Through Crossroads, Sticking Like Lint To The Familiar.

I Don't Know Exactly What A Prayer Is. I Do Know How To Pay Attention, How To Fall Down Into The Grass, How To Kneel Down In The Grass, How To Be Idle And Blessed, How To Stroll Through The Fields, Which Is What I Have Been Doing All Day. Tell Me, What Else Should I Have Done? Doesn't Everything Die At Last, And Too Soon? Tell Me, What Is It You Plan To Do With Your One Wild And Precious Life?

We Do Not Love Anything More Deeply Than We Love A Story.