At All Events There Is

... We Do Not Admire What We Cannot Understand.

Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For Living In A Town Like This.

Below The Incandescent Stars / Below The Incandescent Fruit, / The Strange Experience Of Beauty; / Its Existence Is Too Much; / It Tears One To Pieces / And Each Fresh Wave Of Consciousness / Is Poison.

When You Take My Time, You Take Something I Had Meant To Use.

Poetry Is A Peerless Proficiency Of The Imagination.