The music, while it lasted, brought a new world into being.

The shoddy work of despair, the pointless work of pride, equally betray Creation. They are wastes of life.

The river is of the earth and it is free. It is rigorously embanked and bound, and yet it is free. To hell with restraint, it says, I have got to be going. It will grind out its dams. It will go over or around them. They will become pieces.

The connections between people and land are dangerously oversimplified and mainly technological.

Geese appear high over us, / pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, / as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear / in the ancient faith: what we need / is here. And we pray, not / for new earth or heaven, but to be / quiet in heart, and in eye, / clear. What we need is here.

Only the action that is moved by love for the good at hand has the hope of being responsible and generous.

People who want to see the beauty of nature from motorboats and automobiles would obviously be just as pleased, and as fully recreated, at a drive-in movie.