Life, alas, is very drear. Up with the glass! Down with the beer!

Friendship is like love at its best; not blind but sympathetically all-seeing; a support which does not wait for understanding; an act of faith which does not need, but always has, reason.

Life, alas, is very drear. Up with the glass! Down with the beer!

Why has our poetry eschewed The rapture and response of food? What hymns are sung, what praises said For home-made miracles of bread?

She has something to say about what life is like-which is all we ask of poetry.

Come, drink the mystic wine of Night, Brimming with silence and the stars; While earth, bathed in this holy light, Is seen without its scars.

Poetry is the power of defining the indefinable in terms of the unforgettable.