Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.
May SartonFor poetry exists to break through to below the level of reason where the angels and monsters that the amenities keep in the cellar may come out to dance, to rove and roar, growling and singing, to bring life back to the enclosed rooms where too often we are only 'living and partly living.
May Sarton