the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.
Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.
To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.