Your Soul: Pure Glucose Edged With Hints

It Is Part Of The Poet's Work To Show Each Man What He Sees But Does Not Know He Sees.

I Am Patient With Stupidity But Not With Those Who Are Proud Of It.

As For The Usefulness Of Poetry, Its Uses Are Many. It Is The Deification Of Reality.

I'm Not The Man To Baulk At A Low Smell, I'm Not The Man To Insist On Asphodel. This Sounds Like A He-fellow, Don't You Think? It Sounds Like That. I Belch, I Bawl, I Drink.

Still Falls The Rain - Dark As The World Of Man, Black As Our Loss - Blind As The Nineteen Hundred And Forty Nails Upon The Cross.