The Supreme Morality Of Art Is To

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.

Some Poems Present Themselves As Cliffs That Need To Be Climbed. Others Are So Defensive That When You Approach Their Enclosure You Half Expect To Be Met By A Snarling Dog At The Gate. Still Others Want To Smother You With Their Sticky Charms.

Be What You Are. Give What Is Yours To Give. Have Style. Dare.

The Heart Breaks And Breaks And Lives By Breaking It Is Necessary To Go Through Dark And Deeper Dark And Not To Turn

It Is My Heart That's Late, It Is My Song That's Flown.