All Was Taken Away From

I Am Not My Own Friend.time Cuts Me In Two.

I Have Defined Poetry As A 'passionate Pursuit Of The Real.

When I Curse Fate, It's Not Me, But The Earth In Me.

Human Material Seems To Have One Major Defect: It Does Not Like To Be Considered Merely As Human Material. It Finds It Hard To Endure The Feeling That It Must Resign Itself To Passive Acceptance Of Changes Introduced From Above.

Grow Your Tree Of Falsehood From A Small Grain Of Truth.