The Time For Your Labor Has Been

Only In The Present Do Things Happen.

In Vain Have Oceans Been Squandered On You, In Vain The Sun, Wonderfully Seen Through Whitman’s Eyes. You Have Used Up The Years And They Have Used Up You, And Still, And Still, You Have Not Written The Poem.

My Undertaking Is Not Difficult, Essentially. I Should Only Have To Be Immortal To Carry It Out.

The Heresies We Should Fear Are Those Which Can Be Confused With Orthodoxy.

Everything Touches Everything.