Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.
I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
Poetry is a life-cherishing force.
What misery to be afraid of death. What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
I GO DOWN TO THE SHORE I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.