O To Be A Dragon, A Symbol

Poetry Is A Peerless Proficiency Of The Imagination.

Concurring Hands Divide Flax For Damask That When Bleached By Irish Weather Has The Silvered Chamois-leather Water-tightness Of A Skin.

Poetry ... ... A Place For The Genuine, Hands That Can Grasp, Eyes That Can Dilate, Hair That Can Rise

Victory Won't Come To Me Unless I Go To It; A Grape Tendril Ties A Knot In Knots Till Knotted Thirty Times

In A Poem The Words Should Be As Pleasing To The Ear As The Meaning Is To The Mind.