The Irish Say Your Trouble Is Their

What Is There In Being Able To Say That One Has Dominated The Stream In An Attitude Of Self-defense; In Proving That One Has Had The Experience Of Carrying A Stick?

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

When You Take My Time, You Take Something I Had Meant To Use.

If You Will Tell Me Why The Fen Appears Impassable, I Then Will Tell You Why I Think That I Can Cross It If I Try.

I See No Reason For Calling My Work Poetry Except That There Is No Other Category In Which To Put It.