Well, One Thing I'm Really

It Might Be A Bad Thing, Not To Know What's Going On In The World. I Can't Say I Really Approve Of It.

.. To A Poet, The Human Community Is Like The Community Of Birds To A Bird, Singing To Each Other. Love Is One Of The Reasons We Are Singing To One Another, Love Of Language Itself, Love Of Sound, Love Of Singing Itself, And Love Of The Other Birds.

I Did Not Know Him, I Knew My Idea Of Him.

The Amount Of Horror One Used To Hear About In One Village Could Be Quite Extreme. But One Might Not Have Heard About All The Other Villages' Horrors At The Same Time.

This Creature Of The Poem May Assemble Itself Into A Being With Its Own Centrifugal Force.