What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.

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.

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.