I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!
Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.
Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.
Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.
This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me