Quotes about Connection

I depart as air .... I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.

He sees eternity in men and women, he does not see men and women as dreams or dots.

This is no book; Who touches this, touches a man; (Is it night? Are we here alone?) It is I you hold, and who holds you; I spring from the pages into your arms...

I do not call one greater and one smaller, that which fills it period and place is equal to any.

In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

Speech is the twin of my vision . . . . it is unequal to measure itself.

I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue, questioning every one I meet

In all people I see myself, none more and not one barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.

To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand

Love, that is day and night — love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.

O You Whom I Often and Silently Come O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you, As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.