I Went To India And Was Quite

The Challenge Is To Keep Up With All The New Poets At The Same Time I Love The Old Ones.

Going To Walden It Isn't Very Far As Highways Lie. I Might Be Back By Nightfall, Having Seen The Rough Pines, And The Stones, And The Clear Water. Friends Argue That I Might Be Wiser For It. They Do Not Hear That Far-off Yankee Whisper: How Dull We Grow From Hurrying Here And There! Many Have Gone, And Think Me Half A Fool To Miss A Day Away In The Cool Country. Maybe. But In A Book I Read And Cherish, Going To Walden Is Not So Easy A Thing As A Green Visit. It Is The Slow And Difficult Trick Of Living, And Finding It Where You Are.

But How Did You Come Burning Down Like A Wild Needle, Knowing Just Where My Heart Was?

As Long As You're Dancing, You Can Break The Rules.

You Only Have To Let The Soft Animal Of Your Body Love What It Loves.