You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.

But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.

There comes a time when only anger is love.

If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.

The poem has a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet wills it to have. It has a kenetic force, it sets in motion...elements in the reader that would otherwise remain stagnant.

It's when we face for a moment the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know the taint in our own selves, that awe cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart.

Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise.