I Hate The Idea That You Ought

The Reason Why Worry Kills More People Than Work Is That More People Worry Than Work.

The Hurt Is Not Enough: I Long For Weight And Strength. To Feel The Earth As Rough To All My Length

What Is Done Is Done For The Love Of It- Or Not Really Done At All.

A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never Take Notes In A Love Affair.

The Moon For All Her Light And Grace Has Never Learned To Know Her Place.