Poems like to have a destination for their flight. They are homing pigeons.
Do I think there's life after death? No, I think my books are my life after death.
Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.
in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.
Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself.
Absence becomes the greatest Presence.