Something Has Been Said For Sobriety But

Something Has Been Said For Sobriety But Very Little.

I Didn't Want To Be Like Yeats; I Wanted To Be Yeats.

We Have Reason To Be Afraid. This Is A Terrible Place.

One Must Be Ruthless With One's Own Writing Or Someone Else Will Be.

I Cry. Evil Dissolves, & Love, Like Foam; That Love. Prattle Of Children Powers Me Home, My Heart Claps Like The Swan's Under A Frenzy Of Who Love Me & Who Shine.