Now My Belly Is As Noble As

There Is The Joy Of Being Healthy And Fair, But There Is Overall The Beauty, The Immense Joy Of Being Useful.

I Write Poetry Because I Can’t Disobey The Impulse; It Would Be Like Blocking A Spring That Surges Up In My Throat. For A Long Time I’ve Been The Servant Of The Song That Comes, That Appears And Can’t Be Buried Away. How To Seal Myself Up Now?…it No Longer Matters To Me Who Receives What I Submit. What I Carry Out Is, In That Respect, Greater And Deeper Than I, I Am Merely The Channel.

Love That Stammers, That Stutters, Is Apt To Be The Love That Loves Best.

Love Beauty It Is The Shadow Of God On The Universe

I Have All That I Lost And I Go Carrying My Childhood Like A Favorite Flower That Perfumes My Hand.