I Own I Never Really

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day. When The Sun Is Out And The Wind Is Still, You're One Month On In The Middle Of May. But If You So Much As Dare To Speak, A Cloud Come Over The Sunlit Arch, And Wind Comes Off A Frozen Peak, And You're Two Months Back In The Middle Of March.

Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation.

My Goal In Life Is To Unite My Avocation With My Vocation, As My Two Eyes Make One In Sight.

When I Was Young My Teachers Were The Old. I Gave Up Fire For Form Till I Was Cold.

It's Hard To Get Into This World And Hard To Get Out Of It, And What's In Between Doesn't Make Much Sense.