Is It Not Love That Knows How

The Thing About Inspiration Is That It Takes Your Mind Off Everything Else.

Everyone Sort Of Sees His Own Life And Times As Being Ephemeral. One Thinks That Everything Good Or Important That Happened, Happened In The Past. But I Think That Seeing Scenes That You Are Used To, But With The Heightening Effects Of Poetry, Perhaps Makes You Value Your Life And Times More Than You Might Otherwise Do.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

You Have To Learn A Few Things, Which You Do Along The Way, But Basically, Poetry Is A Matter Of The Ear. Iambic Pentameters Or What Constitutes A Stanza Comes Naturally - Your Ears Will Know.

What Is The Difference Between My Life And My Love? One Gets Me Low, The Other Lets Me Go.