I love them for finding what I can't find, and for loving me for the line I wrote, and for forgetting it so that a thousand times, till death finds them, they may discover it again, in other lines in other happenings. And for wanting to know it, for assuming there is such a secret, yes, for that most of all.

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don't know the secret wrote the line.

I was the first to see him, for I grew out on the pasture slope, beyond the forest. He was a man, it seemed. . .

The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.

A poem should be a part of one's sense of life.

The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the s…

They darted down and rose up like a wave Or buzzed impetuously as before; One would have thought the corpse was held a slave To living by the life it bore!