And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.

POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.