And There Shall Be For Thee All

I Have Two Luxuries To Brood Over In My Walks, Your Loveliness And The Hour Of My Death. O That I Could Have Possession Of Them Both In The Same Minute.

A Poem Needs Understanding Through The Senses. The Point Of Diving In A Lake Is Not Immediately To Swim To The Shore; It’s To Be In The Lake, To Luxuriate In The Sensation Of Water. You Do Not Work The Lake Out. It Is An Experience Beyond Thought. Poetry Soothes And Emboldens The Soul To Accept Mystery.

Pleasure Is Oft A Visitant; But Pain Clings Cruelly To Us.

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

The Feel Of Not To Feel It, When There Is None To Heal It Nor Numbed Sense To Steel It.