The Trees That Have It In Their

The Ear Is The Only True Writer And The Only True Reader.

I Don't Like To See Things On Purpose. I Like Them To Soak In. A Friend . . . Asked Me To Go To The Top Of The Empire State Building Once, And I Told Him That He Shouldn't Treat New York As A Sight-it's Feeling, An Emotional Experience. And The Same With Every Place Else.

So Was I Once Myself A Swinger Of Birches. And So I Dream Of Going Back To Be.

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.

Only Where Love And Need Are One, And The Work Is Play For Mortal Stakes Is The Deed Ever Truly Done For Heaven And The Future's Sakes