Not Seeing Is Half-believing.

To Hope For Paradise Is To Live In Paradise, A Very Different Thing From Actually Getting There.

All Craftsmen Share A Knowledge. They Have Heldreality Down Fluttering To A Bench.

It Is Dreadful How I Miss You, And Everything That Everybody Says Seems Flat And Stupid.

Things Were Not Tragic For Us Then, Because Although We Cared Passionately We Didn't Care Deeply.

But You, Oh Gardener, Poet That You Be / Though Unaware, Now Use Your Seeds Like Words / And Make Them Lilt With Color Nicely Flung.