A Lively Understandable Spirit Once Entertained You.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

What's Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance? The Day's On Fire! I Know The Purity Of Pure Despair, My Shadow Pinned Against A Sweating Wall, That Place Among The Rocks--is It A Cave, Or Winding Path? The Edge Is What I Have........ ....... Dark,dark My Light, And Darker My Desire. My Soul, Like Some Heat-maddened Summer Fly, Keeps Buzzing At The Sill. ~from "the Waking" By Theodore Roethke

How Terrible The Need For God.

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

I Am Overwhelmed By The Beautiful Disorder Of Poetry, The Eternal Virginity Of Words.