Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo