I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.
a definition of poetry "imaginary gardens with real toads in them"
One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever…
Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence…