It Is My Heart That's

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

I Associate The Garden With The Whole Experience Of Being Alive, And So, There Is Nothing In The Range Of Human Experience That Is Separate From What The Garden Can Signify In Its Eagerness And Its Insistence, And In Its Driving Energy To Live -- To Grow, To Bear Fruit.

Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But Harder To Remember.

Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.

I Can Hardly Wait For Tomorrow, It Means A New Life For Me Each And Every Day.