In The Increasingly Convincing Darkness The Words

And The Way Though Discontinuous, And Intermittent, Sometimes Not Heard Of For Years At A Time, Did, Nonetheless, Move Up, Although, To His Surprise It Was Inside The House, And Always Getting Narrower.

I Listen To Music A Great Deal. In A Way, It's Trying To Express Things That Can't Be Expressed In Words. That's Something That Interests Me, Too. Even Though I Use Words To Express Myself, I Am Trying To, It Seems To Me, Get Beyond That.

Where Then Shall Hope And Fear Their Objects Find?

To The Poet As A Basement Quilt, But Perhaps To Some Reader A Latticework Of Regrets.

A Perfect Example Of The New Republic's Urge To Drape Itself With The Togas Of Classical Respectability.