At the beach - time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted.

The past and future / Are conquered, and reconciled.

Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

O Lord, deliver me from the man of excellent intention and impure heart: for the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.

It is a test (a positive test, I do not assert that it is always valid negatively), that genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be: am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.