On Me Your Voice Falls As They

I Am Awakened Each Dawn Increasingly To Fear.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

I Can't Understand These Chaps Who Go Round American Universities Explaining How They Write Poems: It's Like Going Round Explaining How You Sleep With Your Wife.

I Think That At The Bottom Of All Art Lies The Impulse To Preserve.

One Of The Great Criticisms Of Poets Of The Past Is That They Said One Thing And Did Another.