The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all...

But calm, white calm, was born into a swan

The sunset caught me, turned the brush to copper,/ set the clouds/ to one great roof of flame/ above the earth.

Only of one thing I am sure:/ when I dream/ I am always ageless.

To a life that seizes/ Upon content,/ Locality seems/ But accident.

Outwardly I am 83, but inwardly I am every age, with the emotions and experience of each period.

When I dream, I am ageless.

I say that almost everywhere there is beauty enough to fill a person’s life if one would only be sensitive to it. but Henry says No: that broken beauty is only a torment, that one...