Below The Incandescent Stars / Below The

The Heart That Gives, Gathers.

Poetry Is The Art Of Creating Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.

What I Write Could Only Be Called Poetry Because There Is No Other Category To Put It.

[on Her Use Of Quotations:] When A Thing Has Been Said So Well That It Could Not Be Said Better, Why Paraphrase It? Hence My Writing, Is, If Not A Cabinet Of Fossils, A Kind Of Collection Of Flies In Amber.

O To Be A Dragon, A Symbol Of The Power Of Heaven-of Silk-worm Size Or Immense; At Times Invisible. Felicitous Phenomenon!