I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow, The wheel turning away from itself, The sprawl of the wave, The on-coming water.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?

The darkness has it's own light.

In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.

The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.

I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.

I have gone into the waste lonely places