Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts.

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God.

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions.

Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.

I believe that the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy... parts of one organic whole.... (This is physics, I believe, as well as religion.) The parts change and pass, or die, people and races and rocks and stars; none of them seems to me important in itself, but only the whole. This whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it, and to think of it as divine.

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.