Poetry Is A Fossil Rock-print

I Am The People The Mob The Crowd The Mass. Do You Know That All The Great Work Of The World Is Done Through Me?

Nothing Happens... But First A Dream.

Poetry Is The Silence And Speech Between A Wet Struggling Root Of A Flower And A Sunlit Blossom Of That Flower.

The Sea Is Always The Same: And Yet The Sea Always Changes.

It Is The Business Of Little Minds To Shrink.