A Poet Feels The Impulse To Create

Recipe For The Upbringing Of A Poet: 'as Much Neurosis As The Child Can Bear.

Some Books Are Undeservedly Forgotten; None Are Undeservedly Remembered.

It Is A Sad Fact About Our Culture That A Poet Can Earn Much More Money Writing Or Talking About His Art Than He Can By Practicing It.

Beloved, We Are Always In The Wrong, Handling So Clumsily Our Stupid Lives, Suffering Too Little Or Too Long, Too Careful Even In Our Selfish Loves: The Decorative Manias We Obey Die In Grimaces Round Us Every Day, Yet Through Their Tohu-bohu Comes A Voice Which Utters An Absurd Command - Rejoice.

Swans In The Winter Air A White Perfection Have