Spring Has Returned. The Earth Is Like

... Be Indulgent Toward Those Who ... Are Afraid Of The Aloneness That You Trust.

In The Depths All Becomes Law.

...a Carefree Letting Go Of Oneself, Not A Caution, But A Wise Blindness.

Spring Has Again Returned. The Earth Is Like A Child That Knows Many Poems. Many, O So Many. For The Hardship Of Such Long Learning She Receives The Prize. Strict Was Her Teacher. The White In The Old Man's Beard Pleases Us. Now, What To Call Green, To Call Blue, We Dare To Ask: She Knows, She Knows!

Solitude Is Nothing That One Can Choose Or Retrain From. We Are Solitary. We Can Delude Ourselves About This And Act As If It Were Not True. That Is All.