The Man Who Interprets Nature Is Always

She Had An Inside And An Outside Now And Suddenly She Knew How Not To Mix Them.

The Game Of Keeping What One Has Is Never So Exciting As The Game Of Getting.

She Didn't Read Books So She Didn't Know That She Was The World And The Heavens Boiled Down To A Drop.

Perhaps I Am Just A Coward Who Loves To Laugh At Life Better Than I Do Cry With It. But When I Do Get To Crying, Boy, I Can Roll A Mean Tear.

She Was Stretched On Her Back Beneath The Pear Tree Soaking In The Alto Chant Of The Visiting Bees, The Gold Of The Sun And The Panting Breath Of The Breeze When The Inaudible Voice Of It All Came To Her. She Saw A Dust-bearing Bee Sink Into The Sanctum Of A Bloom; The Thousand Sister-calyxes Arch To Meet The Love Embrace And The Ecstatic Shiver Of The Tree From Root To Tiniest Branch Creaming In Every Blossom And Frothing With Delight.