Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.
Gather the stars if you wish it so Gather the songs and keep them. Gather the faces of women. Gather for keeping years and years. And then... Loosen your hands, let go and say good-bye. Let the stars and songs go. Let the faces and years go. Loosen your hands and say good-bye.
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.
Newspapers tell beforehand what is going to happen - maybe.