My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.
There is nothing like being left alone again to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe and to think idly and slowly as one does it.
However I must not indulge in homespun wisdom here before so distinguished...
No what I should really like to do right now in the full blaze of lights...
I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and more especially from her...
Losing my anonymity in this world I think is something that I find...
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own...
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
