Oh! To Be A Flower Nodding In

Love Is A Game-yes? I Think It Is A Drowning.

Witches Are Moon-birds, Witches Are The Women Of The False, Beautiful Moon.

Only Those Of Our Poets Who Kept Solidly To The Shakespearean Tradition Achieved Any Measure Of Success. But Keats Was The Last Great Exponent Of That Tradition, And We All Know How Thin, How Lacking In Charm, The Copies Of Keats Have Become.

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin

I Never Deny Poems When They Come; Whatever I Am Doing, Whatever I Am Writing, I Lay It Aside And Attend To The Arriving Poem.