I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen.

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

What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

The greatest cunning is to have none at all.

Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics to arctics humanity live with these needs so alike, so inexorably alike.