What Destruction Have I Been Blessed By?

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

Even If You Walk Exactly The Same Route Each Time - As With A Sonnet - The Events Along The Route Cannot Be Imagined To Be The Same From Day To Day, As The Poet's Health, Sight, His Anticipations, Moods, Fears, Thoughts Cannot Be The Same.

You Have Your Identity When You Find Out, Not What You Can Keep Your Mind On, But What You Can't Keep Your Mind Off.

It's Not A Love Of Poetry Readings That Attracts Those Who Do Come To Them But Theater.

Poetry Leads Us To The Unstructured Sources Of Our Beings, To The Unknown, And Returns Us To Our Rational, Structured Selves Refreshed.