The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts;

It Is Through The Acceptance Of A Variety Of Aethetic And Intellectual Points Of View That A Culture Is Given Breadth And Density.

Stupidity Always Accompanies Evil. Or Evil, Stupidity.

I Don't Like Quintessential Certitude.

O God, In The Dream The Terrible Horse Began To Paw At The Air, And Make For Me With His Blows.

The Poem Is Always The Last Resort. In It The Poet Makes A World In Little, And Finds Peace, Even Though, Under Complete Focused Emotion, The Evocation Be Far More Bitter Than Reality, Or Far More Lovely.