People Want Poetry. They Need

I've Always Wanted To Write Poems And Nothing Else.

My Work Is The World. Here The Sunflowers, There The Hummingbird - Equal Seekers Of Sweetness. Here The Quickening Yeast; There The Blue Plums.

Whoever You Are, No Matter How Lonely, The World Offers Itself To Your Imagination.

Love, Love, Love, Says Percy. And Hurry As Fast As You Can Along The Shining Beach, Or The Rubble, Or The Dust. Then, Go To Sleep. Give Up Your Body Heat, Your Beating Heart. Then, Trust.

To Pay Attention, This Is Our Endless And Proper Work.