Try To Live As If There Were

If There Were No Poetry On Any Day In The World, Poetry Would Be Invented That Day. For There Would Be An Intolerable Hunger.

The Sources Of Poetry Are In The Spirit Seeking Completeness.

I Am Haunted By Interrupted Acts, Introspective As A Leper, Enchanted By A Repulsive Clew, A Gross And Fugitive Movement Of The Limbs. Is This The Love That Shook The Lights To Flame?

All The Poems Of Our Lives Are Not Yet Made.

Reality Is The Completion Of Experience.