When will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.
Today I am altogether without ambition. Where did I get such wisdom?
As a child, what captivated me was reading the poems myself and realizing that there was a world without material substance which was nevertheless as alive as any other.
I simply do not distinguish between work and play.
He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.