I Know Your Cause Is

Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World Permits Us.

Poetry Has The Virtue Of Being Able To Say Twice As Much As Prose In Half The Time, And The Drawback, If You Do Not Give It Your Full Attention, Of Seeming To Say Half As Much In Twice The Time.

I Travel Light; As Light, That Is, As A Man Can Travel Who Will Still Carry His Body Around Because Of Its Sentimental Value.

Poetry Is The Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement... Says Heaven And Earth In One Word... Speaks Of Himself And His Predicament As Though For The First Time.

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.