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

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.

I sing the body electric.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

When I undertake to tell the best, I find I cannot. My tongue is ineffectual on its pivots, My breath will not be obedient to its organs, I become a dumb man.