The Wages Of Dying Is Love

"What, anyway, was that sticky infusion, that rank
flavor of blood, that poetry, by which I lived?"

Galway Kinnell

Rest In Peace

"I don’t recognize the distinction between nature poetry and, what would be the other thing? Human civilization poetry? We are creatures of the earth who build our elaborate cities and beavers are creatures of the earth who build their elaborate lodges and canal operations and dams, just as we do..."