I took one look and fell, hook and tumble.

Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.

A poet's interest in craft never fades, of course.

So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.

The god of dirt came up to me many times and said so many wise and delectable things, I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, frog voice; now, he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever from, One or Two Things

Each body is a lion of courage, something precious of the earth.

I went to India and was quite taken with it. There's a feeling there that things are holy first and useful second. And in America, we have it backwards.