Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.

And I say to my heart: rave on.

You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.

We can know a lot. And still, no doubt, there are rash and wonderful ideas brewing somewhere; there are many surprises yet to come.

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.