I Want You To Hear A New

To Say That Its Wrong To Feel This Way Is Not The Point; You Do Feel It. All You See Is A Flash Of Fire And, Depending On Your Altitude, You Don't Even See That Sometimes.

I Do Think The Author Ought To Be Able To Give A Good Reason For The Way Things Are In His Poem. Not A Bad Question To Ask Oneself.

To Be Precise And Reckless: That Is The Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished.

I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A Fever, And Tranquillity.

To Have Guilt You've Got To Earn Guilt, But Sometimes When You Earn It, You Don't Feel The Guilt You Ought To Have. And That's What The Firebombing Is About.