The Immature Poet Imitates, The Mature Poet

Liberty Is A Different Kind Of Pain From Prison.

Yeats Was The Greatest Poet Of Our Times . . . Certainly The Greatest In This Language, And So Far As I Am Able To Judge, In Any Language.

April Is The Cruellest Month.

Everyone Gets The Experience. Some Get The Lesson.

I Love Reading Another Reader’s List Of Favorites. Even When I Find I Do Not Share Their Tastes Or Predilections, I Am Provoked To Compare, Contrast, And Contradict. It Is A Most Healthy Exercise, And One Altogether Fruitful.