Occupation: Poet Birth: 1875 Death: 1965
Poetry is when you talk to yourself..
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!.
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. ….
Writing is an outward expression of instinctive insight that must be summoned from the vastly deep of our mysterious selves. Therefore, it cannot be ….
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..