Also I Wanted To Be Able To

I Want To Think Again Of Dangerous And Noble Things. I Want To Be Light And Frolicsome. I Want To Be Improbable And Beautiful And Afraid Of Nothing As Though I Had Wings.

It Is The Nature Of Stone To Be Satisfied. It Is The Nature Of Water To Want To Be Somewhere Else.

When Loneliness Comes Stalking, Go Into The Fields, Consider The Orderliness Of The World.

When Will You Have A Little Pity For Every Soft Thing That Walks Through The World, Yourself Included.

A Mind That Is Lively And Inquiring, Compassionate, Curious, Angry, Full Of Music, Full Of Feeling, Is A Mind Full Of Possible Poetry.