Poetry Is A Mug's Game.

In The Last Few Years Everything I'd Done Up To Sixty Or So Has Seemed Very Childish.

It's Harder To Confess The Sin That No One Believes In Than The Crime That Everyone Can Appreciate. For The Crime Is In Relation To The Law And The Sin Is In Relation To The Sinner.

To Each Individual The World Will Take On A Different Connotation Of Meaning-the Important Lies In The Desire To Search For An Answer.

And All Shall Be Well And/ All Manner Of Thing Shall Be Well/ By The Purification Of The Motive/ In The Ground Of Our Beseeching

The Rats Are Underneath The Piles/ The Jew Is Underneath The Lot.