A Longing For The Dance Stirs In

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.

How Shall The Heart Be Reconciled / To Its Feast Of Losses?

Poetry Is Language Surprised In The Act Of Changing Into Meaning.

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

Not That You Need To Be A Saint To Have Visions Worth Talking About. The Most Effective Prescription, I Suspect, Is To Be A Disciplined Sinner. Perfection, As Valery Noted, Is Work.