All Great Art Is Born Of The

And The Good Writer Chooses His Words For Their 'meaning', But That Meaning Is Not A A Set, Cut-off Thing Like The Move Of Knight Or Pawn On A Chess-board. It Comes Up With Roots, With Associations, With How And Where The Word Is Familiarly Used, Or Where It Has Been Used Brilliantly Or Memorably.

A Crowd Pagan As Ever Imperial Rome Was, Eager, Careless, With An Animal Vigour Unlike That Of Any European Crowd That I Have Ever Looked At.

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

Poetry Must Be As Well Written As Prose.

When Words Cease To Cling Close To Things, Kingdoms Fall, Empires Wane And Diminish.