Life Is Long Between The Desire And

That Is Not It At All, That Is Not What I Meant, At All.

Poets In Our Civilization, As It Exists At Present, Must Be Difficult...the Poet Must Become More And More Comprehensive, More Allusive, More Indirect, In Order To Force, To Dislocate If Necessary, Language Into Its Meaning.

We Ask Only To Be Reassured About The Noises In The Cellar And The Window That Should Not Have Been Open

War Is Not A Life: It Is A Situation, One Which May Neither Be Ignored Nor Accepted.

The Destination Cannot Be Described; / You Will Know Very Little Until You Get There; / You Will Journey Blind.