What A Torment It Is To See

What Makes Poetry? A Full Heart, Brimful Of One Noble Passion.

I Am Certain That I Have Been Here As I Am Now A Thousand Times Before, And I Hope To Return A Thousand Times.

Wanted: A Dog That Neither Barks Nor Bites, Eats Broken Glass And Shits Diamonds.

Nature! We Are Surrounded By Her And Locked In Her Clasp: Powerless To Leave Her, And Powerless To Come Closer To Her. Unasked And Unwarned She Takes Us Up Into The Whirl Of Her Dance, And Hurries On With Us Till We Are Weary And Fall From Her Arms.

Duty Is The Demand Of The Hour.