The Drum In A Dream Pounds Loud

Poetry Is A Packsack Of Invisible Keepsakes.

The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

The More Rhymethere Isin Poetry The More Dangerof Its Tricking The Writer Into Something Other Than The Urge In The Beginning.

There Are Men And Women So Lonely They Believe God, Too, Is Lonely.

I Never Made A Mistake In Grammar But One In My Life And As Soon As I Done It I Seen It.