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“The music reached us. Clumsily, stumbling over our own roots, rustling our leaves in answer, we moved, we followed.”
“By dawn he was gone. We have stood here since, in our new life. We have waited. He does not return.”
“It is said he made his earth-journey, and lost what he sought. It is said they felled him and cut up his limbs for firewood. And it is said his head still sang and was swept out to sea singing.”
“Perhaps he will not return. But what we have livedcomes back to us. We see more. We feel, as our rings increase,something that lifts our branches, that stretches our furthest leaf-tipsfurther.”
“The wind, the birds, do not sound poorer but clearer,recalling our agony, and the way we danced.”
“There is a fence around the garden but the gate stands open.”
“To me it seems perhaps Kropotkin understood half of what we need to know, and Lenin perhaps knew half, and true revolution … true revolution must put these two halves together?”
“To serve the people, one must write for the ideal reader. Only for the ideal reader. And who or what is that ideal reader? God. One must imagine, One must deeply imagine”
“I am not joking. I'm speaking of spirit. Not dogma but spirit. The Way.”
“The poet never must lose despair.”
“Leaps of nerve, heart — cries of communion: if there is bliss, it has been already and will be; out- reaching, utterly. Blind to itself, flooded with otherness.”
“Let Ariel learn a blessing for Caliban and Caliban drink dew from the lotus open upon the waters.”
“I am tired of 'the fine art of unhappiness'.”
“Delivered out of raw continual pain,smell of darkness, groans of those othersto whom he was chained — unchained, and ledpast the sleepers,door after door silently opening — out!”
“And not till he saw the angel had left him, alone and free to resume the ecstatic, dangerous, wearisome roads of what he had still to do, not till then did he recognize this was no dream.”
