A haiku written by Lee Sonogan
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind’s feelings, you’ll survive. – Richard Eberhart
It is so fervid,
Acquiesce adjoin requital,
This time unvivid.
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake Aye! and what then? – Samuel Taylor Coleridge