I do not live happily or comfortably With the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, The news is all about bombs and blood. This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm, speckled eggs. I touched them. Then went away softly, Having felt something more wonderful Than all the electricity of New York City.

It's very important to write things down instantly, or you can lose the way you were thinking out a line. I have a rule that if I wake up at 3 in the morning and think of something, I write it down. I can't wait until morning - it'll be gone.

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.

Things take the time they take. Don't worry.

Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.

Far off in the red mangroves an alligator has heaved himself onto a hummock of grass and lies there, studying his poems.

And now you'll be telling stories of my coming back and they won't be false, and they won't be true but they'll be real