Poetry Is A Mock Of

I Couldn't See Myself Filling Some Definite Niche In What Is Called A Career. This Was All Misty.

Poetry Is An Art Practiced With The Terribly Plastic Material Of Human Language.

The Secret Of Happiness Is To Admire Without Desiring.

Why Does A Hearse Horse Snicker, Hauling A Lawyer Away?

Lips Half-willing In A Doorway. Lips Half-singing At A Window. Eyes Half-dreaming In The Walls. Feet Half-dancing In A Kitchen. Even The Clocks Half-yawn The Hours And The Farmers Make Half-answers.