The Question That He Frames In All

Families Break Up When They Get Hints You Don't Intend And Miss Hints That You Do.

A Bird Half Wakened In The Lunar Noon Sang Halfway Through Its Little Inborn Tune.

Have Courage And A Little Willingness To Venture And Be Defeated.

The Tree The Tempest With A Crash Of Wood Throws Down In Front Of Us Is Not To Bar Our Passage To Our Journey's End For Good, But Just To Ask Us Who We Think We Are.

It Is Absurd To Think That The Only Way To Tell If A Poem Is Lasting Is To Wait And See If It Lasts. The Right Reader Of A Good Poem Can Tell The Moment It Strikes Him That He Has Taken An Immortal Wound-that He Will Never Get Over It.