Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

The Stone Is A Mirror Which Works Poorly. Nothing In It But Dimness. Your Dimness Or Its Dimness, Who's To Say? In The Hush Your Heart Sounds Like A Black Cricket.

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.

The Secret Wish Of Poetry Is To Stop Time.

If I Believe In Anything, It Is In The Dark Night Of The Soul. Awe Is My Religion, And Mystery Is Its Church.

There’s No Preparation For Poetry.