My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

Not yesterday I learned to know,The love of bare November days,Before the coming of the snow.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

The poets are only the interpreters of the Gods.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or small. I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things. I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere in space or time. I can summon the dead. I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind, & in the minds of others. I can I am.