"He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit brings!"
"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
"PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry."
"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
"The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."
"There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes."