“Trees hang their branches”

“Trees scream and drop bright leaves”

“artificial trees, robot sofas,Ignorant cars-One Way Street to Heaven”

“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.”

“Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely. Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage? Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?”

“Tell your secrets. [In reply to the question "How does one become a prophet?"]”

“Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss!Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity!Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!”