Beauty Is That Medusa's Head

The American Journey Has Not Ended. America Is Always Still To Build ... West Is A Country In The Mind, And So Eternal.

What Once Was Cuddled Must Learn To Kiss The Cold Wonn's Mouth. That's All The Mystery.

Poetry Is The Art Of Understanding What It Is To Be Alive.

Poetry Which Owes No Man Anything, Owes Nevertheless One Debt - An Image Of The World In Which Men Can Again Believe.

A Poem Should Be Palpable And Mute As A Globed Fruit.