The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.
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.
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.
For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.