Any eye is an evil eye That looks in on to a mood apart.
I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.
So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.
Our very life depends on everything's Recurring till we answer from within.
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.