Irony Is The Glory Of

Our Memory Is Childish And It Saves Only What We Need.

The Purpose Of Poetry Is To Remind Us How Difficult It Is To Remain Just One Person, For Our House Is Open, There Are No Keys In The Doors, And Invisible Guests Come In And Out At Will.

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

Be Young Forever, Seasons Of The Earth.

Poetry Is News Brought To The Mountains By A Unicorn And An Echo.