The Written Word Is Everything.

But In The Finished Art Of The Song The Use Of Words Has No Connection With The Use Of Words In Poetry.

This Be My Pilgrimage And Goal Daily To March And Find The Secret Phrases Of The Soul, The Evangels Of The Mind.

Poetry Is The Communication Through Words Of Certain Experiences That Can Be Communicated In No Other Way.

In The Corridors Under Tehre Is Nothing But Sleep. And Stiller Than Ever On Orchard Boughs They Keep Tryst With The Moon, And Deep Is The Silence, Deep On Moon-washed Apples Of Wonder.

There Can Be No Proof That Blake's Lyric Is Composed Of The Best Words In The Best Order; Only A Conviction, Accepted By Our Knowledge And Judgment, That It Is So.