Beauty Is A Relation, And The Apprehension

I Do Not Write For The Public. You Are My Public And I Hope To Convert You.

But . . . I May As Well Say What I Should Not Otherwise Have Said, That I Always Knew In My Heart Walt Whitman’s Mind To Be More Like My Own Than Any Other Man’s Living. As He Is A Very Great Scoundrel This Is Not A Pleasant Confession.

Natural Heart's Ivy, Patience Masks Our Ruins Of Wrecked Past Purpose.

Every True Poet, I Thought, Must Be Original And Originality A Condition Of Poetic Genius; So That Each Poet Is Like A Species In Nature (not An Individuum Genericum Or Specificum ) And Can Never Recur. That Nothing Shd. Be Old Or Borrowed However Cannot Be.

Our Lord Jesus Christ , My Brethren, Is Our Hero, A Hero All The World Wants.