Time's A Strange Fellow; More He Gives

Only By You My Heart Always Moves.

Seeming's Enough For Slaves Of Space And Time - Ours Is The Now And Here Of Freedom. Come.

My Advice To All Young People Who Wish To Become Poets Is: Do Something Easy, Like Learning How To Blow Up The World - Unless You're Not Only Willing, But Glad, To Feel And Work And Fight Till You Die.

Suppose Life Is An Old Man Carrying Flowers On His Head.

Yes Is A World & In This World Of Yes Live (skilfully Curled) All Worlds