Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

There Is A Budding Tomorrow In Midnight.

A Poem Needs Understanding Through The Senses. The Point Of Diving In A Lake Is Not Immediately To Swim To The Shore; It’s To Be In The Lake, To Luxuriate In The Sensation Of Water. You Do Not Work The Lake Out. It Is An Experience Beyond Thought. Poetry Soothes And Emboldens The Soul To Accept Mystery.

Pleasure Is Oft A Visitant; But Pain Clings Cruelly To Us.

That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.

His Old Right Hand Lay Nerveless, Listless, Dead, Unsceptred; And His Realmless Eyes Were Closed.