There Can Be No Good Art That

My Friendships, They Are A Very Strong Part Of My Life, They Are As Light As Gossamer But Also They Are As Strong As Steel. And I Cannot Throw Them Off, Nor Altogether Do With Them Or Without Them. And I Love Them At The Point Where They Say: It Is Nice To See You Again. And I Love Them Too At The Point When They Say: Good-bye, Come Again Soon. The Rhythm Of Friendship Is A Very Good Rhythm.

Who Is This That Comes In Grandeur, Coming From The Blazing East? This Is He We Had Not Thought Of, This Is He The Airy Christ.

The Human Creature Is Alone In His Carapace. Poetry Is A Strong Way Out.

O Happy Dogs Of England, Bark Well At Errand Boys, If You Lived Anywhere Else, You Would Not Be Allowed To Make Such An Infernal Noise.

See The Cat At Love, Rolling With Its Sweetheart, Up And Over, With Shriek And Moan. But If A Person Comes By, They Break Away, Sit Separate Upon A Fence Washing Their Faces - And Might Never Have Met At All.