One Smile Relieves A Heart That Grieves.

But That So Many Scholars Are Barbarians Does Not Much Matter So Long As A Few Of Them Are Ready To Help With Their Specialized Knowledge The Few Independent Thinkers, That Is To Say The Poets, Who Try To To Keep Civilization Alive.

Love Is A Universal Migraine. A Bright Stain On The Vision, Blotting Out Reason.

Never Use The Word 'audience.' The Very Idea Of A Public, Unless The Poet Is Writing For Money, Seems Wrong To Me. Poets Don't Have An 'audience'. They're Talking To A Single Person All The Time.

Love Is Universal Migraine, A Bright Stain On The Vision Blotting Out Reason. Symptoms Of True Love Are Leanness, Jealousy, Laggard Dawns; Are Omens And Nightmares - Listening For A Knock, Waiting For A Sign: For A Touch Of Her Fingers In A Darkened Room, For A Searching Look. Take Courage, Lover! Could You Endure Such Pain At Any Hand But Hers?

Let All The Poison That Lurks In The Mud, Hatch Out.