Many Of Today's Verses Are Prose And

I Do Not Go In Search Of Poetry. I Wait For Poetry To Visit Me.

The Most Dangerous Aspect Of Present-day Life Is The Dissolution Of The Feeling Of Individual Responsibility. Mass Solitude Has Done Away With Any Difference Between The Internal And The External, Between The Intellectual And The Physical.

Too Many Lives Are Needed To Make Just One.

But Poets Were Not Considered Dangerous And They Were Advised To Exercise Self-censorship. At Most, Poets Were Requested Not To Write At All. I Took Advantage Of This Negative Liberty.

Happiness, For You We Walk On A Knife Edge. To The Eyes You Are A Flickering Light, To The Feet, Thin Ice That Cracks; And So May No One Touch You Who Loves You.