Blessed The Geniuses Who Know / That

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.

Not Till The Poets Among Us Can Be "literalists Of The Imagination"-above Insolence And Triviality And Can Present For Inspection, "imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them." Shall We Have It.

Originality Is... A By-product Of Sincerity.

I See No Reason For Calling My Work Poetry Except That There Is No Other Category In Which To Put It.

In A Poem The Excitement Has To Maintain Itself. I Am Governed By The Pull Of The Sentence As The Pull Of A Fabric Is Governed By Gravity.