The Usual Dog About The

Poetry Is Not A Turning Loose Of Emotion, But An Escape From Emotion.

Shall I Part My Hair Behind? Do I Dare To Eat A Peach?

The Past And Future / Are Conquered, And Reconciled.

Teach Us To Care And Not To Care

Thus With Most Careful Devotion Thus With Precise Attention To Detail, Interfering Preparation Of That Which Is Already Prepared Men Lighten The Knot Of Confusion Into Perfect Misunderstanding, Reflecting A Pocket-torch Of Observation.