He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
But in the end in the end one is alone. We are all of us alone. I mean I'm told these days we have to consider ourselves as being in society... but in the end one knows one is alone that one lives at the heart of a solitude.
The second and I think this is the much more overt and I think it is the...
Criticism in the universities I'll have to admit has entered a phase where...
What we call a poem is mostly what is not there on the page. The strength of...
Losing my anonymity in this world I think is something that I find...
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own...
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
