Should we say the self, once perceived, becomes the soul?
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.
What's important? That which is dug out of books, or out of the guts?
Art is our defense against hysteria and death.
Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.