I didn't know the names of the flowers - now my garden is gone.
It isn't enough for your heart to break because everybody's heart is broken now.
I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, he has seen the presence of the creator.
The real America that Whitman proclaimed and Thoreau decoded.
We love to be hurt and we love to have our unhealing wounds opened and reopened again: we sit staring in the mirror of art, fascinated by our own deformities.
Now I have enough money to travel wherever I want, but I haven't got the health.