If What We Worship Fail Us, Still

How Hard, How Desperately Hard, Is The Way Of The Experimenter In Art!

Time! Joyless Emblem Of The Greed Of Millions, Robber Of The Best Which Earth Can Give.

All Recurring Joy Is Pain Refined.

To Understand Vers Libre, One Must Abandon All Desire To Find In It The Even Rhythm Of Metrical Feet. One Must Allow The Lines To Flow As They Will When Read Aloud By An Intelligent Reader.

If What We Worship Fail Us, Still The Fire Burns On, And It Is Much To Have Believed.