since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

hopes dance best on bald men's hair

At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.

There are certain things in which one is unable to believe for the simple reason that he never ceases to feel them. Things of this sort - things which are always inside of us and in fact are us and which consequently will not be pushed off or away where we can begin thinking about them - are no longer things; they, and the us which they are, equals A Verb; an IS.

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

-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.