Poems

A map is the greatest of all epic poems. Its lines and colors show the realization of great dreams.

My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.

To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June.

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.