Tell No Man Anything, For

The Dead Hold In Their Hands Only What They Have Given Away.

Pile The Bodies High At Austerlitz And Waterloo. Shovel Them Under And Let Me Work- I Am The Grass; I Cover All. And Pile Them High At Gettysburg. And Pile Them High At Ypres And Verdun. Shovel Them Under And Let Me Work. Two Years, Ten Years,and Passengers Ask The Conductor- What Place Is This? Where Are We Now? I Am The Grass. Let Me Work.

Poetry Is The Synthesis Of Hyacinths And Biscuits.

I Make It Clear Why I Write As I Do And Why Other Poets Write As They Do. After Hundreds Of Experiments I Decided To Go My Own Way In Style And See What Would Happen.

I Was Up Day And Night With Lincoln For Years. I Couldn't Have Picked A Better Companion.