Poetry Is A Dividend From What You

Love Means To Look At Yourself The Way One Looks At Distant Things For You Are Only One Thing Among Many.

The Revolt Against One's Environment Is Usually 'shame' Of One's Environment.

The Death Of A Man Is Like The Fall Of A Mighty Nation That Had Valiant Armies, Captains, And Prophets, And Wealthy Ports And Ships All Over The Seas.

All Was Taken Away From You: White Dresses, Wings, Even Existence. Yet I Believe You, Messengers. There, Where The World Is Turned Inside Out, A Heavy Fabric Embroidered With Stars And Beasts, You Stroll, Inspecting The Trustworthy Seams.

The Living Owe It To Those Who No Longer Can Speak To Tell Their Story For Them.