I Would Like The Discovery Of Poetry

Never Lose Your Childish Enthusiasm And Things Will Come Your Way.

A Chinese Poet Many Centuries Ago Noticed That To Re-create Something In Words Is Like Being Alive Twice.

Sometimes The Valley Below Is Like A Bowl Filled Up With Fog. I Can See Hard Green Figs On Two Trees And Pears On A Tree Just Below Me. A Fine Crop Coming In. May Summer Last A Hundred Years.

The Urge To Travel Feels Magnetic. Two Of My Favorite Words Are Linked: Departure Time. And Travel Whets The Emotions, Turns Upside Down The Memory Bank, And The Golden Coins Scatter.

I Find That Other Countries Have This Or This, But Italy Is The Only One That Has It All For Me. The Culture, The Cuisine, The People, The Landscape, The History. Just Everything To Me Comes Together There.