The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
Something needn't be large to be good.
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free.
Someone loves us all.
If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I'm sure it's a good one—and the same goes for paintings.