Bethou me, said sparrow, to the crackled blade, And you, and you, bethou me as you blow, When in my coppice you behold me be.

An unaffected man in a negative light Could not have borne his labor nor have died Sighing that he should leave the banjo's twang.

There was such idiot minstrelsy in rain, So many clappers going without bells, That these bethous compose a heavenly gong. One voice repeating, one tireless ch…

On a blue island in a sky-wide water The wild orange trees continued to bloom and to bear, Long after the planter's death.

Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet.

Presence is more than just being there.

One must talk about everything according to its nature, how it comes to be and how it grows. Men have talked about the world without paying attention to the wo…