A Man In Armour Is His Armour's

Love Is Energy Of Life.

You Never Know What Life Means Till You Die; Even Throughout Life, Tis Death That Makes Life Live.

All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within The Finite.

Each Life Unfulfilled, You See; It Hangs Still, Patchy And Scrappy: We Have Not Sighed Deep, Laughed Free, Starved, Feasted, Despaired,—been Happy.

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.