To a large extent, the problems of poets are the problems of painters, and poets must often turn to the literature of painting for a discussion of their own problems.

Trees Trees, proud standing people stretching fingertips to the sky, reaching, praying glorious attention, breathing light. strength shelter timeless confidence bending and firm comforting rooted chorus line dancing with the moon, the wind, the clouds framing bursts of stars tender rugged celebration absorbing and releasing life each holy branch holding the power of the Universe. There.

To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the ideal is to suggest.

The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.