Upon The Glazen Shelves Kept Watch Matthew

I Am Moved By Fancies That Are Curled, Around These Images And Cling, The Notion Of Some Infinitely Gentle, Infinitely Suffering Thing.

A Good Poet Will Usually Borrow From Authors Remote In Time, Or Alien In Language, Or Diverse In Interest.

When A Great Poet Has Lived, Certain Things Have Been Done Once For All, And Cannot Be Achieved Again.

In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is Singing

I Should Have Been A Pair Of Ragged Claws/ Scuttling Across The Floors Of Silent Seas.