(i Measure Time By How A Body

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

You Must Believe: A Poem Is A Holy Thing - A Good Poem, That Is. The Poem, Even A Short Time After Being Written, Seems No Miracle; Unwritten, It Seems Something Beyond The Capacity Of The Gods.

We Think By Feeling. What Is There To Know?

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.