The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever after-ward resumes its liberty.

It is a beautiful truth that all men contain something of the artist in them. And perhaps it is the case that the greatest artists live and die, the world and themselves alike ignorant what they possess.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.