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A Poet Is A Professional Maker Of Verbal Objects.

The Windiest Militant Trash Important Persons Shout Is Not So Crude As Our Wish: What Mad Nijinsky Wrote About Diaghilev Is True Of The Normal Heart; For The Error Bred In The Bone Of Each Woman And Each Man Craves What It Cannot Have; Not Universal Love But To Be Loved Alone.

Music Can Be Made Anywhere, Is Invisible And Does Not Smell.

Harrow The House Of The Dead; Look Shining At New Styles Of Architecture, A Change Of Heart.

How Should We Like It Were Stars To Burn With A Passion For Us We Could Not Return? If Equal Affection Cannot Be, Let The More Loving One Be Me.