Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

Canada is a live country - live, but not, like the States, kicking.

But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.

I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.