I Have Wished A Bird

I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With The Net Down.

Why Make So Much Of Fragmentary Blue In Here And There A Bird, Or Butterfly, Or Flower, Or Wearing-stone, Or Open Eye, When Heaven Presents In Sheets The Solid Hue?

I'm Always Saying Something That's Just The Edge Of Something More.

Skepticism, Is That Anything More Than We Used To Mean When We Said, Well, What Have We Here?

You Can't Trust God To Be Unmerciful. There You Have The Beginning Of All Wisdom.