Suspect Too Much Sweet Talk But Never

The Way We Are Living, Timorous Or Bold, Will Have Been Our Life.

Smile As You Find A Rhythm Working You, Slow Mile By Mile, Into Your Proper Haunt.

Irish Readers, British Readers, American Readers: Is It Odd That I Haven't A Clue About How Differently They React? Or Better Say, I Cannot Find The Words To Describe My Hunch About Them.

I Have Always Thought Of Poems As Stepping Stones In One's Own Sense Of Oneself.

When I First Encountered The Name Of The City Of Stockholm, I Little Thought That I Would Ever Visit It, Never Mind End Up Being Welcomed To It As A Guest Of The Swedish Academy And The Nobel Foundation.