So We Are Grasped By What We

There Are So Many Things About Which Some Old Man Ought To Tell One While One Is Little; For When One Is Grown One Would Know Them As A Matter Of Course.

If We Surrendered To Earth's Intelligence We Could Rise Up Rooted, Like Trees.

Everything Is Gestation And Then Birthing.

Spring Has Returned. The Earth Is Like A Child That Knows Poems.

She Followed Slowly, Taking A Long Time, As Though There Were Some Obstacles In The Way; And Yet: As Though, Once It Was Overcome, She Would Be Beyond All Walking, And Would Fly.