Our Lives Are Like A Candle In

Poetry Is A Theorem Of A Yellow-silk Handkerchief Knotted With Riddles, Sealed In A Balloon Tied To The Tail Of A Kite Flying In A White Wind Against A Blue Sky In Spring.

Poetry Is A Type-font Design For An Alphabet Of Fun, Hate, Love, Death.

I Have In Later Years Taken To Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, In An Elemental Way.

Strange Things Blow In Through My Window On The Wings Of The Night Wind And I Don't Worry About My Destiny.

When I Was Writing Pretty Poor Poetry, This Girl With Midnight Black Hair Told Me To Go On.