The strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung.

I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.

These are the days that must happen to you.

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.

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

The President eats dirt and excrement for his daily meals, likes it and tries to force it on The States.