A Thousand Kindnesses Do Not

At Midnight Tears Run Into Your Ears.

All Art, In Spite Of The Struggles Of Some Critics To Prove Otherwise, Is Based On Emotion And Projects Emotion.

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.

The Poem Is Always The Last Resort. In It The Poet Makes A World In Little, And Finds Peace, Even Though, Under Complete Focused Emotion, The Evocation Be Far More Bitter Than Reality, Or Far More Lovely.

O Remember In Your Narrowing Dark Hours That More Things Move Than Blood In The Heart.