And part of the soil is called to wash away In storms and streams shave close and gnaw the rocks. Besides, whatever the earth feeds and grows Is restored to earth. And since she surely is The womb of all things and their common grave, Earth must dwindle, you see and take on growth again.

... we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.

The water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.

Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?

The sum of all sums is eternity.

Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.

Globed from the atoms falling slow or swift I see the suns, I see the systems lift Their forms; and even the systems and the suns Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.