If You Start With A Bang, You

To Country People Cows Are Mild, And Flee From Any Stick They Throw; But I’m A Timid Town Bred Child, And All The Cattle Seem To Know.

I Am Aware Of The Damp Souls Of Housemaids Sprouting Despondently At Area Gates.

And Right Action Is Freedom From Past And Future Also.

In The Last Few Years Everything I'd Done Up To Sixty Or So Has Seemed Very Childish.

Artistic Inevitability Lies In The Complete Adequacy Of The External To The Emotion.