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“You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity!”

“In my errant life I roamed To learn the secrets of women and men, Of gods and dreams. I've known all the countries of our world, I've lived a thousand lives: Many lives I lived in love, Other lives I squandered. For in my life I never traveled, All I did was wander.”

“Alas! this is not what I thought life was. I knew that there were crimes and evil men, Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen. In mine own heart I saw as in a glass The hearts of others ... And when I went among my kind, with triple brass Of calm endurance my weak breast I armed, To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woeful mass!”

“O little Cloud," the virgin said, "I charge thee tell to me, Why thou complainest not when in one hour thou fade away: Then we shall seek thee but not find; ah, Thel is like to Thee. I pass away, yet I complain, and no one hears my voice." The Cloud then shew'd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd, Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel.”

“[…] Ik spande me in die tijd tot het uiterste in om minder jong te worden- wat gaf ik om verbazing en onwetendheid? […] Ik wist toen nog niet wie hij was: de w van wie en waar en wat, die van waanzin en waarom en wanneer en wacht! en ook die van woestijnen, van weemoed en van wolken- woorden die mij altijd achtervolgen. Het was een kleine, nietszeggende w, toen ik hem vond, en ik was toen nog zo verschrikkelijk onacceptabel jong.”

“[…] Ik spaarde me in die tijd tot het uiterste in om minder jong te worden- wat gaf ik om verbazing en onwetendheid? […] Ik wist toen nog niet wie hij was: de w van wie en waar en wat, die van waanzin en waarom en wanneer en wacht! en ook die van woestijnen, van weemoed en van wolken- woorden die mij altijd achtervolgen. Het was een kleine, nietszeggende w, toen ik hem vond, en ik was toen nog zo verschrikkelijk onacceptabel jong.”

“‘Paradise Lost’ was printed in an edition of no more than 1,500 copies and transformed the English language. Took a while. Wordsworth had new ideas about nature: Thoreau read Wordsworth, Muir read Thoreau, Teddy Roosevelt read Muir, and we got a lot of national parks. Took a century. What poetry gives us is an archive, the fullest existent archive of what human beings have thought and felt by the kind of artists who loved language in a way that allowed them to labor over how you make a music of words to render experience exactly and fully.”