There Still Might Be A Place For

To Me Art (poetry) Is A Continuous And Continuing Process And That When A Man Fails To Write Good Poetry He Fails To Live Fully Or Well.

It’s Never Quite Right, All The Things We Are Taught, All The Loves We Chase, All The Deaths We Die, All The Lives We Live.

Well, We Lost It, And That’s All There Is To That.

But She Projected Vitality - You Knew That She Was There.

This Incompleteness Is All We Have.