Rhythm Is One Of The Principal Translators

Said The Sun To The Moon-'when You Are But A Lonely White Crone, And I, A Dead King In My Golden Armour Somewhere In A Dark Wood, Remember Only This Of Our Hopeless Love That Never Till Time Is Done Will The Fire Of The Heart And The Fire Of The Mind Be One

The Ghost Of The Heart Of Manred Cain And The More Murderous Brain Of Man, Still Redder Nero That Conceived The Death Of His Mother Earth, And Tore Her Womb, To Know The Place Where He Was Conceived.

The Poet Is The Complete Lover Of Mankind.

I Am Patient With Stupidity But Not With Those Who Are Proud Of It.

Rhythm Is One Of The Principal Translators Between Dream And Reality.