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That Is Why I Think, In Defiance Of Plato, That There Is At Once Error And Vulgarity In Saying That Poetry Is A Lie, Except In The Sense That Cocteau Wrote One Day: I Am A Lie Who Always Tells The Truth. The Only Poetry Which Lies Purely And Simply Is Academic, Pseudo-classical, Conceptually Repetitive Poetry, And It Is Not Poetry.

There Is No Question That The Language Of "felt Thought" Must Be Quarried From Our Personal Depths. Like The Best Gold, It Does Not Lie On The Surface.

I Don't See America As A Mainland, But As A Sea, A Big Ocean. Sometimes A Storm Arises, A Formidable Current Develops, And It Seems It Will Engulf Everything. Wait A Moment, Another Current Will Appear And Bring The First One To Naught.

There Is Room Neither For The Poet Nor For The Contemplator In An Egalitarian World.

Americans Seem Sometimes To Believe That If You Are A Thinker You Must Be A Frowning Bore, Because Thinking Is So Dam Serious.