On The Last Day Of The World

If You Can't Bear What's Happening To The Natural World, If You Can't Bear The Way We Treat Each Other; If You Can't Bear Wars, You Just Can't Bear The Whole Idea Of War, Which Is Possibly Unavoidable. But Still, You Resist It. Because You Just Hate Our Treating Each Other That Way And Causing That Suffering.

Any Work Of Art Makes One Very Simple Demand On Anyone Who Genuinely Wants To Get In Touch With It. And That Is To Stop. You've Got To Stop What You're Doing, What You're Thinking, And What You're Expecting And Just Be There For The Poem For However Long It Takes.

I Had Hardly Begun To Read I Asked How Can You Ever Be Sure That What You Write Is Really Any Good At All And He Said You Can't You Can't You Can Never Be Sure You Die Without Knowing Whether Anything You Wrote Was Any Good If You Have To Be Sure Don't Write

I Also Think That Life Itself Is Both Indifferent To Us And The Source Of All Of Our Joys And Everything That We Love. And It's Necessary To Accept The One In Order To Love The Other.

We Are Asleep With Compasses In Our Hands.