I want nothing from You but to see You.
Poetry keeps longing alive.
A lazy part of us is like a tumbleweed. It doesnโt move on its own. Sometimes it takes A lot of Depression to get tumbleweeds moving.
I am proud only of those days that pass in undivided tenderness.
As I've gotten older, I find I am able to be nourished more by sorrow and to distinguish it from depression.
Some people can't go into church any longer to feel this longing, but they still have the longing, so what do they do? Well, one thing you can do is what people do in prison; they turn to poetry.