There Is Also, In Any History, The

All The Poems Of Our Lives Are Not Yet Made.

I Will Try To Be Non-violent One More Day This Morning, Waking The World Away In The Violent Day.

The Truth Of A Poem Is Its Form And Its Content, Its Music And Its Meaning Are The Same.

Exchange Is Creation.

Nourish Beginnings, Let Us Nourish Beginnings. Not All Things Are Blest, But The Seeds Of All Things Are Blest. The Blessing Is In The Seed.