Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right.

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point.

Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.

Poetry is the scholar's art.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.

Trees Trees, proud standing people stretching fingertips to the sky, reaching, praying glorious attention, breathing light. strength shelter timeless confidence bending and firm comforting rooted chorus line dancing with the moon, the wind, the clouds framing bursts of stars tender rugged celebration absorbing and releasing life each holy branch holding the power of the Universe. There.