Now All My Teachers Are Dead Except

In The Time That I Have Been Acquainted With This Region I Have Become Increasingly Aware Of It As A Testament Of Water, The Origin And Guide Of Its Contours And Gradients And Of All The Lives - The Plants And Small Creatures, And The Culture - That Evolved Here. That Was Always Here To Be Seen, Of Course, And The Recognition Has Forced Itself, In One Form Or Other, Upon People In Every Part Of The World Who Have Been Directly Involved With The Growing Of Living Things. The Gardener Who Ignores It Is Soon Left With No Garden.

I Think There's A Kind Of Desperate Hope Built Into Poetry That One Really Wants, Hopelessly, To Save The World. One Is Trying To Say Everything That Can Be Said For The Things That One Loves While There's Still Time.

The Global Warming Is Going On. These Are Not Single Cases. These Are All Part Of A General Way We've Been Looking At The World. As Long As We Look At The World That Way It's Going To Go On. Because The Idea That The Important Thing Is For Some People Get Rich While The Rest Of The People Work For Them Is Very Deeply Dug In...

I Say To My Breath Once Again, Little Breath Come From In Front Of Me, Go Away Behind Me, Row Me Quietly Now, As Far As You Can, For I Am An Abyss That I Am Trying To Cross.

I Will Take With Me The Emptiness Of My Hands. What You Do Not Have You Find Everywhere