In The House Of Poetry

Let Us Forget With Generosity Those Who Cannot Love Us

The Best Poet Is The Man Who Delivers Our Daily Bread: The Local Baker.

Everything Is So Alive, That I Can Be Alive. Without Moving I Can See It All. In Your Life I See Everything That Lives.

Today Is Today, And Yesterday Is Gone. There Is No Doubt.

How You Must Have Suffered Getting Accustomed To Me, My Savage, Solitary Soul, My Name That Sends Them All Running. So Many Times We Have Seen The Morning Star Burn, Kissing Our Eyes, And Over Our Heads The Grey Light Unwinds In Turning Fans.