You Will Always Be Here With Me;

Unless The Gentle Inherit The Earth, / There Will Be No Earth.

Do We Always Make Our Freedom Out Of Someone Else's Bondage?

One Could Go On Revising A Prose Page Forever Whereas There Is A Point In A Poem When One Knows It Is Done Forever.

I Suppose I Have Written Novels To Find Out What I Thought About Something And Poems To Find Out What I Felt About Something.

Time Unbounded Is Hard To Handle.