The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.

It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.

Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.

Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.

Tell him solitude is creative if he is strong and the final decisions are made in silent rooms. Tell him to be different from other people if it comes natural and easy being different. Let him have lazy days seeking his deeper motives. Let him seek deep for where he is a born natural. Then he may understand Shakespeare and the Wright brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov, Michael Faraday and free imaginations Bringing changes into a world resenting change. He will be lonely enough to have time for the work he knows as his own.