He was certainly in a confused state. I used to go and visit him in Callan Park. They were really - to me they were the best poets those two writing in those days but it wasn't very encouraging because, well, they weren't getting far were they?
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Nationality: Scottish Type: Philosopher Born: January 19, 1852 Death: February 8, 1902 |
But maybe it's up in the hills under the leaves or in a ditch somewhere. Maybe it's never found. But what you find, whatever you find, is always only part of the missing, and writing is the way the poet finds out what it is he found.
Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

