I Seem To Have Always One Little

I Seem To Have Always One Little Window Looking But Into Life.

Not Like The Brazen Giant Of Greek Fame, With Conquering Limbs Astride From Land To Land; Here At Our Sea-washed, Sunset Gates Shall Stand A Mighty Woman With A Torch, Whose Flame Is The Imprisoned Lightning, And Her Name Mother Of Exiles.

I Am Never Going To Write For The Sake Of Writing.

Poetry Must Be Simple, Sensuous, Or Impassioned.

Until We Are All Free, We Are None Of Us Free.