In Order To Possess What You Do

We Learn What Poetry Is - If We Ever Learn - By Reading It.

The Soul Of Man Must Quicken To Creation.

I Am Moved By Fancies That Are Curled, Around These Images And Cling, The Notion Of Some Infinitely Gentle, Infinitely Suffering Thing.

A Wrong Attitude Toward Nature Implies, Somewhere, A Wrong Attitude Toward God.

I Say To You: Make Perfect Your Will. / I Say: Take No Thought Of The Harvest, / But Only Of Proper Sowing.