What If Someone Gave A War And

What Peaches And What Penumbras! Whole Families Shopping At Night! Aisles Full Of Husbands! Wives In The Avocados, Babies In The Tomatoes!--and You, Garcia Lorca, What Were You Doing Down By The Watermelons?

I Am Neither Romantic Nor A Visionary, And That Is My Weakness And Perhaps My Power; At Any Rate It Is One Difference. In Less Romantic And Visionary Terms, I Am A Jew, (with Powers Of Introspection And Eclecticism Attendant, Perhaps.) But I Am Alien To Your Natural Grace, To The Spirit Which You Would Know As A Participator In America.

The Desire To Have Power Dissolves. The Desire To Dominate People For Love Dissolves. On The Other Hand, It's A Relief To Realize You Can Let Go.

I Never Dreamed The Sea So Deep, The Earth So Dark; So Long My Sleep, I Have Become Another Child. I Wake To See The World Go Wild.

To Gain Your Own Voice, Forget About Having It Heard. Become A Saint Of Your Own Province And Your Own Consciousness.