“To,speak,of,the,interior,of,light,Requires,speaker,broken,by,light.”

“I,it,was,that,saw,God,dancing,on,phosphorescent,toes,Among,the,strawberries.It,could,have,been,moonlight,or,Daylight—or,no,light,at,all.His,feet,cast,light,on,all.On,phosphorescent,feet,On,phosphorescent,feet,He,danced,And,His,eyes,were,closed:He,made,the,strawberries,tremble!Yet,He,hurt,not,the,little,one,But,gave,them,ripeness,all.”

“Not,speech,that,has,fire,But,Fire,that,can,speak—Genius.”

“Nevermore to delay lifeEnd the beginningDevise the bravest perpendicularTo the squarest circle.Assume the ending.If He lies broken who broke Him?Assume your innocence!If you are broken who broke you?Assume His innocence!The perpendicular of heaven and death!Now the wounded may rest.If He—on your breast.If you—on His brest.Rest, rest.”

“First, a poem must be magical,then musical as a sea-gull.”

“there where her night beginsthere be her goldest rosest rosethat in her deep wisdom knowsboygrace will knight her Rose”

“Be beautiful, noble, like the antique ant,Who bore the storms as he bore the sun, Wearing neither gown nor helmet, Though he was archbishop and soldier:Wore only his own flesh....Trace the tracelessness of the ant,Every ant has reached this perfection.As he comes, so he goes,Flowing as water flows,Essential but secret like a rose.”