O Love, How Did You Get Here?

That Is Salvation. To Give Of Love Inside. To Keep Love Of Life, No Matter What, And Give To Others. Generously.

Character Is Fate.

Every Day Is Precious And I Feel Infinitely Sad At This Time Melting Away From Me.

I Find Myself Absolutely Fulfilled When I Have Written A Poem, When I'm Writing One. Having Written One, Then You Fall Away Very Rapidly From Having Been A Poet To Becoming A Sort Of Poet In Rest, Which Isn't The Same Thing At All. But I Think The Actual Experience Of Writing A Poem Is A Magnificent One.

I Must Not Be Selfless: Develop A Sense Of Self. A Solidness That Can't Be Attacked.