In Nature There Are Few

Only Silence Perfects Silence.

I Am Grateful For - Though I Can't Keep Up With - The Flood Of Articles, Theses, And Textbooks That Mean To Share Insight Concerning The Nature Of Poetry.

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

I Can't Tell You Where A Poem Comes From, What It Is, Or What It Is For: Nor Can Any Other Man. The Reason I Can't Tell You Is That The Purpose Of A Poem Is To Go Past Telling, To Be Recognised By Burning.

The White Sun Like A Moth On A String Circles The Southpole.