I Want To Be All That I

There Does Seem To Me Something Sad In Life. It Is Hard To Say What It Is. I Don't Mean The Sorrow That We All Know, Like Illness And Poverty And Death. No, It Is Something Different. It Is There, Deep Down, Deep Down, Part Of One, Like One's Breathing.

I Love The Rain. I Want The Feeling Of It On My Face.

But The More Poetry One Reads The More One Longs To Read!

Tidied All My Papers. Tore Up And Ruthlessly Destroyed Much. This Is Always A Great Satisfaction.

To Work - To Work! It Is Such Infinite Delight To Know That We Still Have The Best Things To Do.