And It Can Keep You As Busy

I Decided Very Early That I Wanted To Write. But I Didn't Think Of It As A Career. I Didn't Even Think Of It As A Profession... It Was The Most Exciting Thing, The Most Powerful Thing, The Most Wonderful Thing To Do With My Life.

And There You Are On The Shore, Fitful And Thoughtful, Trying To Attach Them To An Idea — Some News Of Your Own Life. But The Lilies Are Slippery And Wild—they Are Devoid Of Meaning, They Are Simply Doing, From The Deepest Spurs Of Their Being, What They Are Impelled To Do Every Summer. And So, Dear Sorrow, Are You.

Things Take The Time They Take. Don't Worry.

I Got Saved By Poetry. And I Got Saved By The Beauty Of The World.

Are My Boots Old? Is My Coat Torn? / Am I No Longer Young, And Still Not Half-perfect?