My Eyes Close. I Am Here And

Poetry, I Think, Intensifies The Reader's Experience. If It's A Humorous Facet Of The Story, Poetry Makes It More Exuberant. If It's A Sad Facet, Poetry Can Make It More Poignant.

I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander Around The World Merely Accumulating Material For Future Nostalgias.

To Not Be Able To Love The One You Love Is To Have Your Life Wrenched Away.

I Recall Drinking Sherry In California And Dreaming Of England, Where I Ate Dalmoth And Dreamed Of Delhi. What Is The Purpose, I Wonder, Of All This Restlessness? I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander Around The World Merely Accumulating Material For Future Nostalgias.

Of Course, The Greater One's Need, The Greater One's Propensity To Be Mesmerized.