Have I Had Two Roads, I Would

The Importance Of Poetry Is Not Measured, Finally, By What The Poet Says But By How He Says It.

We Are Captives, Even If Our Wheat Grows Over The Fences/ And Swallows Rise From Our Broken Chains./ We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

I Love Women Whose Hidden Desires Make Horses Put An End To Their Lives At The Threshold

May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy On Us!

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.