What Falls Away Is Always.

I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into Songs.

Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle, A Surfeit;too Close Immediacy An Exhaustion

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

Long Live The Weeds That Overwhelm My Narrow Vegetable Realm! The Bitter Rock, The Barren Soil That Force The Son Of Man To Toil; All Things Unholy, Marred By Curse, The Ugly Of The Universe.