A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.
Percy wakes me (fourteen) Percy wakes me and I am not ready. He has slept all night under the covers. Now he’s eager for action: a walk, then breakfast. So I hasten up. He is sitting on the kitchen counter Where he is not supposed to be. How wonder...
Often one spends weeks trying to write a poem out of the conscious mind that never comes to anything - these are sort of 'ideal' poems that one feels ought to be written, but don't because (I fancy) they lack the vital spark of self-interest. A 'real...
Some people react physically to the magic of poetry, to the moments, that is, of authentic revelation, of the communication, the , at its highest level...A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been ...
The Poets light but Lamps- Themselves-go out-
Who will read these poems when the people are gone?
for whenever men are right they are not young
. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens.
since words are all we have of wings.
Love teaches us peace, freedom and humanity.
In the end; your heart will be pure.
A gently touching hand is an expression of trust.
With love, you can see the stars.
Love is a ray of sunshine in the days of darkness.
True love begins with an innocent smile.
In a sweet way, my thoughts, are embedded in love.
True poetry is the fragrance of the heart in the house of peace.
Just your smile can touch the moon.
With true love until life begins.
An overdose of love is logically consistent curative.
Close to your breath, I have embraced the world.
