"maggie and millie and molly and may"
maggie and millie and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and millie befriended a stranded star who's rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea. |
A draftsman of words. |
A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man. |
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long. |
Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question. |
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still. |
and down went / my Uncle / Sol / and started a worm farm |
Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable. In so far as every child and woman and man may be immeasurable, art is the mystery of every man and woman and child. In so far as a human being is an artist, skies and mountains and oceans and thunderbolts and butterflies are immeasurable; and art is every mystery of nature. Nothing measurable can be alive; nothing which is not alive can be art; nothing which cannot be art is true: and everything untrue doesn’t matter a very good God damn... |
At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks. |
Be of love (a little) more careful than of anything. |
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) / it's always ourselves we find in the sea |
he sang his didn't he danced his did |
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart. |
Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink |
I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses. |