It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love; and that there is peace, freedom, I might say a kind of salvation, in turn….

This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game..

Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us..

Pleasure is the carrot dangled to lead the ass to market; or the precipice..

Well: the day is a poem but too much Like one of Jeffers's, crusted with blood and barbaric omens Painful to excess, inhuman as a hawk's cry..

You making haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mount….

We might remember ... not to fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed..

I have seen these ways of God: I know of no reason For fire and change and torture and the old returnings..

They import and they consume reality..

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions..

If millions are born millions must die..

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it..

Humanity is the start of the race; I say Humanity is the mould to break away from, the crust to break through, the coal to break into fire, The atom ….

I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird That clings to t….

Know that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful... ... the wholeness of life and things, the divine beauty of the universe. Lo….

A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich l….

Only the drum is confident, it thinks the world has not changed.

[K]now that however ugly the parts appear the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand Is an ugly thing, and man dissevered from the earth and stars a….

The world's in a bad way, my man, And bound to be worse before it mends; Better lie up in the mountain here Four or five centuries, While the stars g….

Justice and mercy/ Are human dreams, they do not concern the birds nor the fish nor eternal God..

O that our souls could scale a height like this, A mighty mountain swept o'er by the bleak Keen winds of heaven; and, standing on that peak Above the….