“I am unknown: so what? These verses believe; they love; they hope: that’s enough.”

The fact of spiritual stagnation should not be made the ground for judging all life’s possibilities from known possibilities. On the contrary, such stagnation should prove that however rich and multifarious the past may have been, it has not exhausted a tittle of the whole possibilities. From that which has been it is impossible to infer what will be.

Sometimes dreams move with such vivid symbolic intensity, with such glorious surprise and symmetry, they read like poems.

“I have raged at the wall growing between myself and others. I expect intuitive, miraculous understanding, or else I’m disillusioned and don’t want to struggle to make things clear.”

“Freedom isn’t enough. What I desire doesn’t have a name yet.”

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.

“Will [she] be found only in my heart, my memories?”

“Yes, I deserve a spring – I owe nobody nothing.”

“I long to see you, hear your voice, My narcissistic object-choice.”