The Deeps Are Cold: In

Stilled Legendary Depth: It Was As Deep As England. It Held Pike Too Immense To Stir, So Immense And Old That Past Nightfall I Dared Not Cast.

The Sea Cries With Its Meaningless Voice, Treating Alike Its Dead And Its Living

Prose, Narratives, Etcetera, Can Carry Healing. Poetry Does It More Intensely.

Show Him Every Dawn & Read To Him Endlessly.

The Inmost Spirit Of Poetry, In Other Words, Is At Bottom, In Every Recorded Case, The Voice Of Pain – And The Physical Body, So To Speak, Of Poetry, Is The Treatment By Which The Poet Tries To Reconcile That Pain With The World.