Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How

Let Your Heart Look On White Sea Spray And Be Lonely. Love Is A Fool Star. You And A Ring Of Stars May Mention My Name And Then Forget Me. Love Is A Fool Star.

Give Me Hunger, Pain And Want, Shut Me Out With Shame And Failure From Your Doors Of Gold And Fame, Give Me Your Shabbiest, Weariest Hunger! But Leave Me A Little Love.

Never Will A Time Come When The Most Marvelous Recent Invention Is As Marvelous As A Newborn Child.

Poetry Is The Journal Of A Sea Animal Living On Land, Wanting To Fly In The Air.

I Have Written Some Poetry That I Don't Understand Myself.