A Mind That Is Lively

I Don't Know Lots Of Things But I Know This: Next Year When Spring Flows Over The Starting Point I'll Think I'm Going To Drown In The Shimmering Miles Of It.

You Only Have To Let The Soft Animal Of Your Body Love What It Loves.

And I Say To My Heart: Rave On.

Maybe Death Isn't Darkness, After All, But So Much Light Wrapping Itself Around Us--

Are My Boots Old? Is My Coat Torn? / Am I No Longer Young, And Still Not Half-perfect?