The artist’s heart is always in the chaos of the destructiveness of a city yet he always leans to the seasons that create and pull and walk away from the full noise; where the grass grows through snaps of steel, that seem to bend toward beauty.
Among all my gods, you are the one most splendid, with a silver strength that changes all that I knew.
You live in trees, birds, stones; I chase you. What brave chaos!
- Muriel Rukeyser