19 July 2018

A poem is the grace of the heart and mind as one, the speaking of the soul, the articulation of longing.

You can be the captain of your soul, merrily drink the wine and run for freedom, down to a sunless sea.

But only the poem that you do not speak - ah, there is the magic of your life. Not what you have spoken, but that which you have breathed, have bled and died for, that which you have chosen life for.