It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.
November’s a burn and an ache.
How many times can summer turn to fall in one life?
All forms of landscape are autobiographical.
It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.
Poetry is the dark side of the moon.