I Hold It To Be

The Hurt Is Not Enough: I Long For Weight And Strength. To Feel The Earth As Rough To All My Length

The Vermont Mountains Stretch Extended Straight; New Hampshire Mountains Curl Up In A Coil.

Style Is That Which Indicates How The Writer Takes Himself And What He Is Saying. It Is The Mind Skating Circles Around Itself As It Moves Forward.

Earth's The Right Place For Love. I Don't Know Where It's Likely To Go Better.

There Are Two Kinds Of Teachers: The Kind That Fill You With So Much Quail Shot That You Can't Move, And The Kind That Just Gives You A Little Prod Behind And You Jump To The Skies.