A Poem Should Be Wordless

Love Becomes The Ultimate Answer To The Ultimate Human Question.

Around, Around The Sun We Go: The Moon Goes Round The Earth. We Do Not Die Of Death: We Die Of Vertigo.

The Perversion Of The Mind Is Only Possible When Those Who Should Be Heard In Its Defence Are Silent.

Poetry Which Owes No Man Anything, Owes Nevertheless One Debt - An Image Of The World In Which Men Can Again Believe.

A Man Who Lives, Not By What He Loves But What He Hates, Is A Sick Man.