They Address An Eclipse Every Morning, Whom

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.

The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually Or Every Man Be Blind.

Pain - Has An Element Of Blank It Cannot Recollect When It Begun - Or If There Were A Time When It Was Not - It Has No Future - But Itself - Its Infinite Contain Its Past - Enlightened To Perceive New Periods - Of Pain.

Phosphorescence. Now There's A Word To Lift Your Hat To... To Find That Phosphorescence, That Light Within, That's The Genius Behind Poetry.

To See The Summer Sky Is Poetry, Though Never In A Book It Lie— True Poems Flee—