Of the Surface of Things In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four Hills and a cloud.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.
The word is the making of the world
Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.
Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right.
If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution.