When a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge made applicable to the present, and where visions shape the present into extraordinary possibilities for the future.
What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?
A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.
Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
Many people can rightfully claim, as much as anyone can rightfully claim anything, that much of their lives have been spent stumbling through a cloud of cluelessness.