When Clever People Ask Me

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting. . . . Read It A Hundred Times; It Will Forever Keep Its Freshness As A Metal Keeps Its Fragrance. It Can Never Lose Its Sense Of A Meaning That Once Unfolded By Surprise As It Went.

One Aged Man - One Man - Can't Fill A House.

Such Heaps Of Broken Glass To Sweep Away / You'd Think The Inner Dome Of Heaven Had Fallen.

Freedom Lies In Being Bold.

You've Got To Love What's Lovable, And Hate What's Hateable. It Takes Brains To See The Difference.