Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.

Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.

The Poem Comes In The Form Of A Blessing, Like Rapture Breaking On The Mind.

...few Young Poets [are] Testing Their Poems Against The Ear. They're Writing For The Page, And The Page, Let Me Tell You, Is A Cold Bed.

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.