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.

The greatest beauty is organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe.

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

I've changed my ways a little, I cannot now Run with you in the evenings along the shore, Except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream a moment, You see me there.

Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.

Well: the day is a poem but too much Like one of Jeffers's, crusted with blood and barbaric omens Painful to excess, inhuman as a hawk's cry.

Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.