Aphorisms often turn up embedded in poems—”Old men ought to be explorers“; “If there is a trail, you have taken a wrong turn“; “Age is the bilge / we cannot shake from the mop“; “I will try / to fasten into order enlarging grasps of disorder, widening / scope, but enjoying the freedom that / Scope eludes my grasp, that there is no finality of vision, / that I have perceived nothing completely, / that tomorrow a new walk is a new walk“; etc.—but the art of writing pure aphorisms is a special skill.Read More