Poetry Is All Nouns And Verbs.

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.

When You Take My Time, You Take Something I Had Meant To Use.

Poetry Is The Art Of Creating Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.

My Father Used To Say, "superior People Never Make Long Visits, Have To Be Shown Longfellows Grave, Or The Glass Flowers At Harvard."

He Who Gives Quickly Gives Twice / In Nothing So Much As In A Letter.