Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

A Poem Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

Thinking Is Not To Agree Or Disagree. That's Voting.

Loosely Bound By Countless Silken Ties Of Love And Thought To Everything On Earth The Compass Round

I'd Like To Get Away From Earth Awhile / And Then Come Back To It And Begin Over.

A Poet Must Never Make A Statement Simply Because It Sounds Poetically Exciting; He Must Also Believe It To Be True." - W. H. Auden "a Poem...begins As A Lump In The Throat, A Sense Of Wrong, A Homesickness, A Lovesickness...it Finds The Thought And The Thought Finds The Words.