NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .

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.)

Perhaps the efforts of the true poets, founders, religions, literatures, all ages, have been, and ever will be, our time and times to come, essentially the same - to bring people back from their present strayings and sickly abstractions, to the costless, average, divine, original concrete.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments.

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.