I'm Not The Man To Baulk At

The Poet Is The Complete Lover Of Mankind.

It Is Part Of The Poet's Work To Show Each Man What He Sees But Does Not Know He Sees.

In The Augustan Age ... Poetry Was ... The Sister Of Architecture; With The Romantics, And Their Heightened Vowel-sense, Resulting In Different Melodic Lines, She Became The Sister Of Music; In The Present Day, She Appears Like The Sister Of Horticulture, Each Poem Growing According To The Law Of Its Own Nature.

There Is No Truth. Only Points Of View.

I Am One Of Those Unhappy Persons Who Inspire Bores To The Greatest Flights Of Art.