A Longing For The Dance

We Have All Been Expelled From The Garden, But The Ones Who Suffer Most In Exile Are Those Who Are Still Permitted To Dream Of Perfection.

How Shall The Heart Be Reconciled / To Its Feast Of Losses?

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him. To Remain A Poet After Forty Requires An Awareness Of Your Darkest Africa, That Part Of Yourself That Will Never Be Tamed.

Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But Harder To Remember.