Observe the jasmine lightness of the moon. - William Carlos Williams

Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it: colored women day workers— old and experienced— returning home at dusk, in cast off clothing faces like old Florentine oak.

Unworldly love
that has no hope
of the world

and that
cannot change the world
to its delight — The rain
falls upon the earth
and grass and flowers

come
perfectly

into form from its
liquid

clearness

But love is
unworldly

and nothing
comes of it but love

If there is progress then there is a novel.