Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
I am! I have come through! I belong!
A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
Come on, you Do you want to live forever?
Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.