I Have A Notion That If You

When It's Over I Don't Want To Wonder If I Have Made Of My Life Something Particular, And Real.

I Do Not Live Happily Or Comfortably With The Cleverness Of Our Times. The Talk Is All About Computers, The News Is All About Bombs And Blood. This Morning, In The Fresh Field, I Came Upon A Hidden Nest. It Held Four Warm, Speckled Eggs. I Touched Them. Then Went Away Softly, Having Felt Something More Wonderful Than All The Electricity Of New York City.

As Long As You're Dancing, You Can Break The Rules.

Around Me The Trees Stir In Their Leaves And Call Out, Stay Awhile.

The Sea Is The Most Beautiful Face In Our Universe.