Manly Men And Womanly Women Are Still

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

Fearful Of Sentimentality, I Disown My Tears And Melting Heart.

Technique Bridges Among Ideas, And Sometimes Generates Them.

A Sentimental Aphorism Is Even More A Surprise Than A Hard- Boiled Sonnet.

Few Artists Can Afford Artistic Temperament.