A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again.

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

They import and they consume reality.

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

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.

There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that cultures decay, and life's end is death.

Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice.