What Is Destructive Is Impatience, Haste, Expecting

Miracles Cannot Be Explained, That Is Their Miraculous Nature.

Why Should It Happen That Among The Great Many Women Whom I See And Am Fond Of, Suddenly Somebody I Meet For Half An Hour Opens The Door Into Poetry?

For Me The Moral Dilemma This Past Year Has Been How To Make Peace With The Unacceptable.

I Asked Myself The Question, 'what Do You Want Of Your Life?' And I Realized With A Start Of Recognition And Terror, 'exactly What I Have - But To Be Commensurate, To Handle It All Better.

Your Poems Will Happen When No One Is There.