The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.

If you want a definition of poetry, say: Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing and let it go at that.

My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.