By Night The Skyscraper Looms

The Woman Named Tomorrow Sits With A Hairpin In Her Teeth And Takes Her Time

Life Is Like An Onion. You Peel It Off One Layer At A Time, And Sometimes You Weep.

We Read Robert Browning's Poetry. Here We Needed No Guidance From The Professor: The Poems Themselves Were Enough.

Poetry Is An Enumeration Of Birds, Bees, Babies, Butterflies, Bugs, Bambinos, Babayagas, And Bipeds, Beating Their Way Up Bewildering Bastions.

Poetry Is The Establishment Of A Metaphorical Link Between White Butterfly-wings And The Scraps Of Torn-up Love-letters.