The Poet Speaks To All

As For The Usefulness Of Poetry, Its Uses Are Many. It Is The Deification Of Reality. It Should Make Our Days Holy To Us. The Poet Should Speak To All Men, For A Moment, Of That Other Life Of Theirs That They Have Smothered And Forgotten.

All Great Poetry Is Dipped In The Dyes Of The Heart.

All Great Art Contains An Element Of The Irrational.

My Poems Are Hymns Of Praise To The Glory Of Life.

Our Hearts Seemed Safe In Our Breasts And Sang To The Light The Marrow In The Bone We Dreamed Was Safe. . . The Blood In The Veins, The Sap In The Tree Were Springs Of Deity.