I Will Take The Sun In My

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.

When Skies Are Hanged And Oceans Drowned, The Single Secret Will Still Be Man

It May Take Two People To Make A Really Beautiful Mistake.

Knowledge Is A Polite Word For Dead But Not Buried Imagination.

It Is With Roses And Locomotives (not To Mention Acrobats Spring Electricity Coney Island The 4th Of July The Eyes Of Mice And Niagara Falls) That My Poems Are Competing.