We must breathe time as fishes breathe water.

If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.

The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.

In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.

The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.

Teachers at all levels encourage the idea that you have to talk about things in order to understand them, because they wouldn't have jobs, otherwise. But it's phony, you know.

We must breathe time as fishes breathe water.