Where Then Shall Hope And Fear Their

Life Is Beautiful. He Who Reads That As In The Window Of Some Distant, Speeding Train Knows What He Wants, And What Will Befall.

There Is The View That Poetry Should Improve Your Life. I Think People Confuse It With The Salvation Army.

Imagine A Painter Crucified By His Subject!

The Sun Fades Like The Spreading Of A Peacock's Tail, As Though Twilight Might Be Read As A Warning To Those Desperate For Easy Solutions.

Once A Happy Old Man One Can Never Change The Core Of Things, And Light Burns You The Harder For It.