Poetry Is A Way Of Looking At

I Have Been Younger In October Than In All The Months Of Spring.

To Say What Or Where We Came From Has Nothing To Do With What Or Where We Came From. We Do Not Come From There Any More, But Only From Each Word That Proceeds Out Of The Mouth Of The Unnamed. And Yet Sometimes It Is Our Only Way Of Pointing To Who We Are.

What I Really Believe Is The Only Hopeful Relation Between Our Life And The Whole Of Life Is One Of Reverence And Respect And Of Feeling At One With It. The Other Attitude Which Is The One Our Society Is Based On Is Devastating And It Is Killing The Earth And It Is Killing Us Too.

This Is What I Have Heard At Last The Wind In December Lashing The Old Trees With Rain Unseen Rain Racing Along The Tiles Under The Moon Wind Rising And Falling Wind With Many Clouds Trees In The Night Wind.

The Attempt To Live That Way, The Attempt To Treat Everybody - It Fails All The Time - But The Attempt To Treat People As Equals Is A Good Attempt. It's A Very Good Attempt. And There Have Been Very Few Governments That Have Come Anywhere Near It In The Past. The Greeks Began To, The Romans Began To - They Both Failed.