Poetry Is A Packsack Of Invisible Keepsakes.

I Have Written Some Poetry That I Don't Understand Myself.

Poetry Is The Establishment Of A Metaphorical Link Between White Butterfly-wings And The Scraps Of Torn-up Love-letters.

Money Buys Everything Except Love, Personality, Freedom, Immortality, Silence, Peace.

I Have In Later Years Taken To Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, In An Elemental Way.

Poetry Is A Dance Music Measuring Buck-and-wing Follies Along With The Gravest And Stateliest Dead-marches.