Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous, Or Impassioned.

There Is No Comfort Looking Forth Nor Back, The Present Gives The Lie To All Her Past.

Naught Is Too Small And Soft To Turn And Sting.

Until We Are All Free, We Are None Of Us Free.

When Angels Visit Earth, The Messengers Of God's Decree, They Come As Lightning, Wind: Before The Throne, They All Are Living Fire.

Kindle The Taper Like The Steadfast Star Ablaze On Evening's Forehead O'er The Earth, And Add Each Night A Lustre Till Afar An Eightfold Splendor Shine Above Thy Hearth.