We Think By Feeling. What Is There

I Am Overwhelmed By The Beautiful Disorder Of Poetry, The Eternal Virginity Of Words.

The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart Than A Hambone.

Who Rise From Flesh To Spirit Know The Fall: The Word Outleaps The World, And Light Is All.

A Too Explicit Elucidation In Education Destroys Much Of The Pleasure Of Learning. There Should Be Room For Sly Hinters, Masters Of Suggestion.

Beginnings Start Without Shade,thinner Than Minnows.the Live Grass Whirls With The Sun,feet Run Over The Simple Stones,there's Time Enough.behold, In The Lout's Eye, Love.