Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.

In A Glass of Cider It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I'd catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.

It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.