Monday, March 26, 2018

In the realm of human destiny the depth of man's questioning is more important than his answers.
Nothing whatever is hidden; from of old, all is clear as daylight.
Along with terror, there sweeps over the warrior in a seething tide of blood-red waves, ecstasy.

Thursday, March 22, 2018


When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.

Sunday, May 28, 2017


I'm a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone,
I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own,
I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep,
I love to sit and bay at the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.


A poem should not mean
But be.