Poetry Is All Nouns And Verbs.

A Writer Is Unfair To Himself When He Is Unable To Be Hard On Himself.

The Power Of The Visible Is The Invisible.

The Deepest Feeling Always Shows Itself In Silence.

I Never 'plan' A Stanza. Words Cluster Like Chromosomes, Determining The Procedure.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.