As Long As There Is One Heart

Love Passed, The Muse Appeared, The Weather Of Mind Got Clarity New-found; Now Free, I Once More Weave Together Emotion, Thought, And Magic Sound.

I Have Outlasted All Desire, My Dreams And I Have Grown Apart; My Grief Alone Is Left Entire, The Gleamings Of An Empty Heart. The Storms Of Ruthless Dispensation Have Struck My Flowery Garland Numb, I Live In Lonely Desolation And Wonder When My End Will Come. Thus On A Naked Tree-limb, Blasted By Tardy Winter's Whistling Chill, A Single Leaf Which Has Outlasted Its Season Will Be Trembling Still.

Somewhere Between Obsession And Compulsion Is Impulse.

Inspiration Is Needed In Geometry, Just As Much As In Poetry.

Thank You, Darling, For Learning To Play Chess. It Is An Absolute Necessity For Any Well Organized Family. (in A Letter To His Wife)