The future remains uncertain and so it should, for it is the canvas upon which we paint our desires. Thus always the human condition faces a beautifully empty canvas. We possess only this moment in which to dedicate ourselves continuously to the sacred presence which we share and create.

Everyone has his faults which he continually repeats: neither fear nor shame can cure them.

...it's very much like your trying to reach infinity. You know that it's there, you just don't know where-but just because you can never reach it doesn't mean that it's not worth looking for.

I think poetry has lost an awful lot of its muscle because nobody knows any. Nobody has to memorize poetry.

Written By Peter Davison

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