We Read Many Books, Because We Cannot

Because These Wings Are No Longer Wings To Fly But Merely Vans To Beat The Air The Air Which Is Now Thoroughly Small And Dry Smaller And Dryer Than The Will Teach Us To Care And Not To Care Teach Us To Sit Still

We Learn What Poetry Is - If We Ever Learn - By Reading It.

This Is One Moment, / But Know That Another / Shall Pierce You With A Sudden Painful Joy.

Poetry Should Help, Not Only To Refine The Language Of The Time, But To Prevent It From Changing Too Rapidly.

Only By Acceptance Of The Past, Can You Alter It