YOUR WORDS ARE MADE OF THE AIR I BREATHE.
“We are metered only by our own machines,while the book is a clock that forgets her machanics.”
“ASK NOT IF POETRY IS DEAD, ASK HOW YOU CAN LIVE FOR POETRY.”
“Amy King is a true bard.”
“DESPITE THE INVENTION OF TIME MACHINES, WE KEEP BEING LINEAR.”
“Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.We laughed, knowing that better men would come,And greater wars: whe...”
“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.”
“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”
“He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.”
“I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.”
“To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of em...”
