The Ear Is The Only True Writer

You're Always Believing Ahead Of Your Evidence. What Was The Evidence I Could Write A Poem? I Just Believed It. The Most Creative Thing In Us Is To Believe In A Thing.

Love Has Earth To Which She Clings.

Nothing Gold Can Stay.

I Dwell With A Strangely Aching Heart In That Vanished Abode There Far Apart

I've Given Offense By Saying I'd As Soon Write Free Verse As Play Tennis With The Net Down.