Too Much Reality Can Be A Dazzle,

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

I Teach My Sighs To Lengthen Into Songs.