Poetry Must Be As New As Foam

How Could I Think The Brief Years Were Enough To Prove The Reality Of Endless Love?

I Got Married The Second Time In The Way That, When A Murder Is Committed, Crackpots Turn Up At The Police Station To Confess The Crime.

Love Is The Most Difficult And Dangerous Form Of Courage. Courage Is The Most Desperate, Admirable And Noble Kind Of Love.

I Am A Book I Neither Wrote Nor Read.

Where The Light Is, And Each Thing Clear,separate From All Others, Standing In Its Place,i Drink The Time And Touch Whatever's Near,and Hope For Day When The Whole World Has That Face:for What Assures Her Present Every Year?in Dark Accidents The Mind's Sufficient Grace.