The Twentieth Century Had A Wonderful Capacity

Reason To Rule, Mercy To Forgive: The First Is Law, The Last Prerogative.

A Critic At Best Is A Waiter At The Great Table Of Literature.

A Good Reputation Is Better Than Fame.

In A Poem, The Words Happen; They Just Come. I Let Them. Otherwise, I Wouldn't Write. To Interfere With What Is Happening Is To Distort The Poem. Just A Very Small Degree Of Intelligence And Supervision Is Necessary. Very Tactful. Any Revision Later That Violates The Text As It Came, That Begins Rewriting The Words, Is Fake.

The Best Live Among Us In Disguise.