I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.
It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.
The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?
I don't like quintessential certitude.
Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.
I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.