Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep

I Wake To Sleep, And Take My Waking Slow. I Feel My Fate In What I Cannot Fear. I Learn By Going Where I Have To Go.

How Terrible The Need For God.

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.

You Must Believe A Poem Is A Holy Thing, A Good Poem, That Is.

Live In A Perpetual Great Astonishment.