Are My Boots Old? Is My Coat

Look, Hasn't My Body Already Felt Like The Body Of A Flower?

Who Do You Want To Be In Your One Wild And Precious Life?

Poetry Is One Of The Original Arts, And It Began, As Did All The Fine Arts, Within The Original Wilderness Of The Earth.

Attention Without Feeling Is Only A Report.

This Is The First, Wildest, And Wisest Thing I Know, That The Soul Exists, And That It Is Built Entirely Out Of Attention.