A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began

Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

a poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being