The White Sun Like A Moth On

Only Silence Perfects Silence.

The White Sun Like A Moth On A String Circles The Southpole.

There's Something To Be Said In Favor Of Working In Isolation In The Real World.

Once Every Five Hundred Years Or So, A Summary Statement About Poetry Comes Along That We Can't Imagine Ourselves Living Without

If A Poem Is Each Time New, Then It Is Necessarily An Act Of Discovery, A Chance Taken, A Chance That May Lead To Fulfillment Or Disaster