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The Models Of Adulthood Are Disappearing Fast. How Can Two People Have A New Marriage If Neither Of Them Is An Adult?

In The Sibling Society, Both The Adult And The Elder Get Lost, And No One Knows Where They Are.

One Day While Studying A Yeats Poem I Decided To Write Poetry The Rest Of My Life. I Recognized That A Single Short Poem Has Room For History, Music, Psychology, Religious Thought, Mood, Occult Speculation, Character, And Events Of One's Own Life. I Still Feel Surprised That Such Various Substances Can Find Shelter And Nourishment In A Poem. A Poem In Fact May Be A Sort Of Nourishing Liquid, Such As One Uses To Keep An Amoeba Alive. If Prepared Right, A Poem Can Keep An Image Or A Thought Or Insights On History Or The Psyche Alive For Years, As Well As Our Desires And Airy Impulses.

I Think That Poetry Is Important When You Are Shipwrecked, When The Ordinary Structures That Hold You Up Are Gone.

But Our Gusty Emotions Say To Me That We Have / Tasted Heaven Many Times: These Delicacies / Are Left Over From Some Larger Party.