In A Poem The Words Should Be

I Never 'plan' A Stanza. Words Cluster Like Chromosomes, Determining The Procedure.

Men Are Monopolists Of "stars, Garters, Buttons And Other Shining Baubles"- Unfit To Be The Guardians Of Another Person's Happiness.

Truly As The Sun Can Rot Or Mend, Love Can Make One Bestial Or Make A Beast A Man.

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

The Passion For Setting People Right Is In Itself An Afflictive Disease.