Art Is The Desire Of A Man

Fifteen Millions Of Soldiers With Popguns And Horses All Bent Upon Killing, Because Their "of Courses" Are Not Quite The Same.

Brighter Than Fireflies Upon The Uji River Are Your Words In The Dark, Beloved.

Hate Is Ravening Vulture Beaks Descending On A Place Of Skulls.

Rapture's Self Is Three Parts Sorrow.

Poets Are Always The Advance Guard Of Literature; The Advance Guard Of Life. It Is For This Reason That Their Recognition Comes So Slowly.