People like definite decisions, / Tidy answers, all the little ravelings / Snipped off, the lint removed, they / Hop happily among their roughs / Calling what they can't clutch insanity / Or saintliness.

And if sun comes / How shall we greet him? / Shall we not dread him, / Shall we not fear him / After so lengthy a / Session with shade?

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.

Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

We don't ask a flower any special reason for its existence. We just look at it and are able to accept it as being something different from ourselves.

With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.

I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.