Poetry Is A Sky Dark With A

The Greatest Cunning Is To Have None At All.

There Is No Song To Your Singing.

Strange Things Blow In Through My Window On The Wings Of The Night Wind And I Don't Worry About My Destiny.

There Are Men And Women So Lonely They Believe God, Too, Is Lonely.

In The Average Newspaper There Is Not A Complete Suppression Of Stories That The Sacred Cows Don't Want Printed. But Rather What Happens Is That The Stories Get Printed With Stresses, Colorations And Emphasis That Favor The Sacred Cows.