you shall above all things be glad and young For if you're young,whatever life you wear it will become you;and if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become.

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

All in green went my love of riding on a great horse of gold into the silver dawn.

If at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one line of one poem, you'll be very lucky indeed.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.