Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday
You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!
Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.
If you want a definition of poetry, say: Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing and let it go at that.
I sang in my chains like the sea
Man’s wants remain unsatisfied till death. Then, when his soul is naked, is he one With the man in the wind, and the west moon, With the harmonious thunder of the sun