But My Body Was Like A Harp

I Desire To Press In My Arms The Loveliness Which Has Not Yet Come Into The World.

Jesus Was A Bachelor And Never Lived With A Woman. Surely Living With A Woman Is One Of The Most Difficult Things A Man Has To Do, And He Never Did It.

It Is As Painful Perhaps To Be Awakened From A Vision As To Be Born.

My Puns Are Not Trivial. They Are Quadrivial

Poetry, Even When Apparently Most Fantastic, Is Always A Revolt Against Artifice, A Revolt, In A Sense, Against Actuality. It Speaks Of What Seems Fantastic And Unreal To Those Who Have Lost The Simple Intuitions Which Are The Test Of Reality; And, As It Is Often Found At War With Its Age, So It Makes No Account Of History, Which Is Fabled By The Daughters Of Memory.