Oh, Spring! I want to go out and feel you and get inspiration. My old things seem dead. I want fresh contacts, more vital searching.

I continue to be interested in new things that seem old and old things that seem new.

You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder.

I like to find old things
and I picked up that arrowhead
in tears, that broken point
that buried itself
once, in human flesh

but I traded it later
to a boy on horseback
in the southeast quarter
who begged me to have it
and gave me
a new bamboo basket

You will have to experiment and try things out for yourself and you will not be sure of what you are doing. That's all right, you are feeling your way into the thing.

Old things are always in good repute, present things in disfavor.