I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

Human bodies are words, myriads of words, (In the best poems re-appears the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped, natural, gay, Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.)

For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.

I love doctors and hate their medicine.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.

Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !