I end not far from my going forth By picking the faded blue Of the last remaining aster flower To carry again to you.
Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun. It is this backward motion toward the source, Against the stream, that most we see ourselves in, The tribute of the current to the source. It is from this in nature we are from. It is most us.
Humour is the most engaging cowardice. With it myself I have been able to hold some of my enemy in play far out of gunshot.
Affection is an overpowering craving to be compellingly sought.
Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.
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