Absence becomes the greatest Presence.
For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.
Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.
Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.
One does not "find oneself" by pursuing one's self, but on the contrary by pursuing something else and learning through discipline or routine. . . who one is and wants to be.
I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better.