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

An Old Poet Ought Never To Be Caught With His Technique Showing.

Not That You Need To Be A Saint To Have Visions Worth Talking About. The Most Effective Prescription, I Suspect, Is To Be A Disciplined Sinner. Perfection, As Valery Noted, Is Work.

Some Poems Present Themselves As Cliffs That Need To Be Climbed. Others Are So Defensive That When You Approach Their Enclosure You Half Expect To Be Met By A Snarling Dog At The Gate. Still Others Want To Smother You With Their Sticky Charms.

The Unconscious Creates, The Ego Edits.