Every day, every day I hear enough to fill a year of nights with wondering.
The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.
Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.
Mediocrity is perhaps due not so much to lack of imagination as to lack of faith in the imagination, lack of the capacity for this abandon.
But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.