I Am Touched By Your Beautiful Anxiety

All This Hurrying Soon Will Be Over. Only When We Tarry Do We Touch The Holy.

Perhaps Everything Terrible Is In Its Deepest Being Something Helpless That Wants Help From Us.

Oh Longing For Places That Were Not Cherished Enough In That Fleeting Hour How I Long To Make Good From Afar The Forgotten Gesture, The Additional Act.

Verses Are Not, As People Think, Feelings (those One Has Early Enough) -- They Are Experiences. For The Sake Of A Verse One Must See Many Cities, Men, And Things, One Must Know The Animals Feel How Birds Fly, And Know The Gesture With Which The Little Flowers Open In The Morning.

Everything Is Gestation And Then Birthing.