And right action is freedom From past and future also.

Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.

And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

Writing every day is a way of keeping the engine running, and then something good may come out of it.

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins