Pity The Planet, All Joy Gone From

Pity The Planet, All Joy Gone From This Sweet Volcanic Cone

In The End, There Is No End.

Most Poetry Is Very Formal, But When A Modern Poet Is Formal He Gets More Attention For It Than Old Poets Did.

I Was Overcome With An Attack Of Pathological Enthusiasm.

Their Monument Sticks Like A Fishbone In The City's Throat.