What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our

Poetry Is A Peerless Proficiency Of The Imagination.

The Passion For Setting People Right Is In Itself An Afflictive Disease.

Revision Is Its Own Reward.

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

What I Write Could Only Be Called Poetry Because There Is No Other Category To Put It.