Sunday, June 13, 2010
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Emblems, yes.
Symbols? I
know nothing
of symbols.
The crow is
always crow
and sometimes
speaks of
sadness.”*
“Words are like
buzzing insects. Catch them
if you can.”
*
“Poet, like a fine
martini, shaken
not stirred on this
corduroy road.”
