Give Me A World, You Have Taken

He Was Trying To Fit This Herakles Onto The One He Knew.

Beauty Spins And The Mind Moves. To Catch Beauty Would Be To Understand How That Impertinent Stability In Vertigo Is Possible. But No, Delight Need Not Reach So Far. To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.

I Never Really Got Over The Fun Of Making Letters.

A Page With A Poem On It Is Less Attractive Than A Page With A Poem On It And Some Tea Stains.

Poetry - Poiesis Means A Thing Made.