And Who Will Care, Who Will Chide

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

All Eternity Is In The Moment.

We Can Know A Lot. And Still, No Doubt, There Are Rash And Wonderful Ideas Brewing Somewhere; There Are Many Surprises Yet To Come.

I Worked Probably 25 Years By Myself, Just Writing And Working, Not Trying To Publish Much, Not Giving Readings.

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