I Won't Take My Religion

Poetry Is A Search For Syllables To Shoot At The Barriers Of The Unknown And The Unknowable.

A Tree Is Best Measured When It Is Down - And So It Is With People.

Never Will A Time Come When The Most Marvelous Recent Invention Is As Marvelous As A Newborn Child.

Rest Is Not A Word Of Free People. Rest Is A Monarchical Word.

Corn Wind In The Fall, Come Off The Black Lands, Come Off The Whisper Of The Silk Hangers, The Lap Of The Flat Spear Leaves.