Coffee In England Is Just Toasted Milk.

How Can A Man Learn Navigation Where There's No Rudder?

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.

Poetry Is The Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement... Says Heaven And Earth In One Word... Speaks Of Himself And His Predicament As Though For The First Time.

Poetry Has The Virtue Of Being Able To Say Twice As Much As Prose In Half The Time, And The Drawback, If You Do Not Give It Your Full Attention, Of Seeming To Say Half As Much In Twice The Time.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.