Poetry is prose, bent out of shape.

I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With bookworms in my coffin.

I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.

Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses

A bad book owes to many trees | A forest of apologies.

A great book is a homing device For navigating paradise. A good book somehow makes you care About the comfort of a chair. A bad book owes to many trees A forest of apologies.

Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light.