Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1875 - 1965
Birthday: 1875
Death: 1965
As I was going up the stair I met a man who wan't there He wasn't there again today Oh I wish he'd go away!
Topics: Love, Crazy, Men
As I was sitting in my chair, I knew the bottom wasn't there, Nor legs nor back, but I just sat, Ignoring little things like that.
Topics: Reality, Sitting, Legs
You have something to say. Something of your very own. Try to say it. Don't be ashamed of any real thought or feeling you have. Don't undervalue it. Don't let the fear of others prevent you from saying it... You have something to say, something that no one else in the world has said in just your way of saying it.
Topics: Fear, Real, Feelings
Poetry is when you talk to yourself.
Topics: Poetry, Poetry Is
Writing is an outward expression of instinctive insight that must be summoned from the vastly deep of our mysterious selves. Therefore, it cannot be taught; indeed, it cannot even be summoned; it can only be permitted.
Topics: Writing, Expression, Self
