My Personal Hobbies Are Reading, Listening To

Said The Sun To The Moon-'when You Are But A Lonely White Crone, And I, A Dead King In My Golden Armour Somewhere In A Dark Wood, Remember Only This Of Our Hopeless Love That Never Till Time Is Done Will The Fire Of The Heart And The Fire Of The Mind Be One

It Is Part Of The Poet's Work To Show Each Man What He Sees But Does Not Know He Sees.

I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very Good Health.

The Poet Speaks To All Men Of That Other Life Of Theirs That They Have Smothered And Forgotten.

Virginia Woolf's Writing Is No More Than Glamorous Knitting. I Believe She Must Have A Pattern Somewhere.