Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy.
I gave up on new poetry myself 30 years ago when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens in a hostile world.
Americans like fat books and thin women.
Strategic thinkers were naturally rattled to find this outsider fooling...
Usually terrible things that are done with the excuse that progress requires...
Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
My opinion is that a poet should express the emotion of all the ages and...
I write poetry in order to live more fully.
