When One Looks Into The Window Of

For Time Is Inches And The Heart's Changes, Where Ghost Has Haunted Lost And Wanted.

What The Poet Says Has Never Been Said Before, But, Once He Has Said It, His Readers Recognize Its Validity For Themselves.

What Is A Professor Of Poetry? How Can Poetry Be Professed?

There Was Still Gold And Silver In The Mountains, And Hunger Was A More Immediate Sorrow

Nobody Knows What The Cause Is, Though Some Pretend They Do; It Like Some Hidden Assassin Waiting To Strike At You. Childless Women Get It, And Men When They Retire; It As If There Had To Be Some Outlet For Their Foiled Creative Fire.