Stop And Consider! Life Is But A

His Religion At Best Is An Anxious Wish,-like That Of Rabelais, A Great Perhaps.

To Feel Forever Its Soft Fall And Swell, Awake For Ever In A Sweet Unrest, Still, Still To Hear Her Tender-taken Breath, And So Live Ever-or Else Swoon In Death.

Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown Rose, Flushing His Brow.

A Poem Needs Understanding Through The Senses. The Point Of Diving In A Lake Is Not Immediately To Swim To The Shore; It’s To Be In The Lake, To Luxuriate In The Sensation Of Water. You Do Not Work The Lake Out. It Is An Experience Beyond Thought. Poetry Soothes And Emboldens The Soul To Accept Mystery.

I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be Among The Greatest.