The Primary Pigment Of Poetry Is The

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

But The One Thing You Should. Not Do Is To Suppose That When Something Is Wrong With The Arts, It Is Wrong With The Arts Only.

In Verse One Can Take Any Damn Constant One Likes, One Can Alliterate, Or Assone, Or Rhyme, Or Quant, Or Smack, Only One Must Leave The Other Elements Irregular.

Go To The Adolescent Who Are Smothered In Family-- Oh How Hideous It Is To See Three Generations Of One House Gathered Together! It Is Like An Old Tree With Shoots, And With Some Branches Rotted And Falling.

Genius Is The Capacity To See Ten Things Where The Ordinary Man Sees One, And The Man Of Talent Sees Two Or Three, Plus The Ability To Register That Multiple Perception In The Material Of His Art.