Poetry Is A Language In Which Man

Between Our Birth And Death We May Touch Understanding, As A Moth Brushes A Window With Its Wing

The Lines Marking A Penalty Area Are A Disgrace To The Playing Fields Of A Public School.

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.

Imagination Is The Wide-open Eye Which Leads Us Always To See Truth More Vividly.

Coffee In England Is Just Toasted Milk.