“I never dreamed the sea so deep,The earth so dark; so long my sleep,I have become another child.I wake to see the world go wild.”

“Many seek and never see, anyone can tell them why. O they weep and O they cry and never take until they try unless they try it in their sleep and never some until they die. I ask many, they ask me. This is a great mystery.”

“I'm with you in Rocklandin my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night.”

“with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls”

“Now mind is clearas a cloudless sky.Time then to make ahome in wilderness.What have I done butwander with my eyesin the trees? So Iwill build: wife,family, and seekfor neighbors.Or Iperish of lonesomenessor want of food orlightning or the bear(must tame the hartand wear the bear).And maybe make an imageof my wandering, a littleimage—shrine by theroadside to signifyto traveler that I livehere in the wildernessawake and at home.”

“I really would like to stop working forever–never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I’m doing now–and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends. And I’d like to keep living with someone — maybe even a man — and explore relationships that way. And cultivate my perceptions, cultivate the visionary thing in me. Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence.”

“What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit-man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the treeswith a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images,I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming ofyour enumerations! ”