It seems just possible that a poem might happen to a very young man: but a poem is not poetry -That is a life.

For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

Because I know that time is always time and place is always place and only place. And what is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place. I rejoice that things are as they are.

It is generally a feminine eye that first detects the moral deficiencies hidden under the 'dear deceit' of beauty.

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

And right action is freedom From past and future also.