All forms of landscape are autobiographical.
The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.
Poetry is the dark side of the moon.
How many times can summer turn to fall in one life?
It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.