Academia is a graveyard of poets.

Academia is a graveyard of poets.

I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.

Being a poet is not a job or a profession but a way of life.

The air is full of a farewell- deserted by the silver lake lies the wild world, overturned. Cities rise where the mountains fell, the furnace where the phoenix burned

Sensing us, the trees tremble in their sleep, The living leaves recoil before our fires, Baring to us war-charred and broken branches, And seeing theirs, we for our own destruction weep.

Of all the arts the living of a life is perhaps the greatest; to live every moment of life with the same imaginative commitment as the poet brings to a special field.