When The Earth Shall Claim

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.

It Is Slavery To Live In The Mind Unless It Has Become Part Of The Body

For A Love To Grow Through The Test Of Everyday Living, One Must Respect That Zone Of Privacy Where One Retires To Relate To The Inside Instead Of The Outside.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You?

Poetry Is Not The Opinion Stated. It Is A Song That Appears Instead Of A Bloody Wound Or A Smiling Mouth.