Why Does A Hearse Horse Snicker, Hauling

Poetry Is A Slipknot Tightened Around A Time-beat Of One Thought, Two Thoughts, And A Last Interweaving Thought There Is Not Yet A Number For.

There Are Ten Men In Me And I Do Not Know Or Understand One Of Them.

The People Will Live On.the Learning And Blundering People Will Live On.

The Dead Hold In Their Hands Only What They Have Given Away.

All My Life I Have Been Trying To Learn To Read, To See And Hear, And To Write.