Do you mistake me? I am speaking of living, of moving from one moment into the next, and into the one after, breathing death in the spring air....
Very few people really see things unless they've had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus.
It is fatal to one's artistic life to talk about something this is in process.
But we have only begun to love the earth. We have only begun to imagine the fullness of life. How could we tire of hope?-so much is in bud.