Education is not filling
A poet is a good citizen turned inside out.
For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.
Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.
The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.