My Poems Are Hymns Of Praise To

Rhythm Is One Of The Principal Translators Between Dream And Reality. Rhythm Might Be Described As, To The World Of Sound, What Light Is To The World Of Sight. It Shapes And Gives New Meaning. Rhythm Was Described By Schopenhauer As Melody Deprived Of Its Pitch.

The Public Will Believe Anything, So Long As It Is Not Founded On Truth.

I'm Afraid I'm Being An Awful Nuisance.

In The Augustan Age ... Poetry Was ... The Sister Of Architecture; With The Romantics, And Their Heightened Vowel-sense, Resulting In Different Melodic Lines, She Became The Sister Of Music; In The Present Day, She Appears Like The Sister Of Horticulture, Each Poem Growing According To The Law Of Its Own Nature.

As For The Usefulness Of Poetry, Its Uses Are Many. It Is The Deification Of Reality.