Any Memory For The Most Part Depending

All The Unhurried Day / Your Mind Lay Open Like A Drawer Of Knives.

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.

Everyone Should Be Forcibly Transplanted To Another Continent From Their Family At The Age Of Three.

Poetry Should Begin With Emotion In The Poet, And End With The Same Emotion In The Reader. The Poem Is Simply The Instrument Of Transferance.

Life And Literature Is A Question Of What One Thrills To, And Further Than That No Man Shall Ever Go Without Putting His Foot In A Turd.