I'll Lie Here And Learn How, Over

I Don't Like Quintessential Certitude.

But It's Silly To Suggest The Writing Of Poetry Is Something Ethereal, A Sort Of Soul-crashing, Devastating Emotional Experience That Wrings You. I Have No Fancy Ideas About Poetry. ... It Doesn't Come To You On The Wings Of A Dove. It's Something You Have To Work Hard At.

True Revolutions In Art Restore More Than They Destroy.

Because Language Is The Carrier Of Ideas, It Is Easy To Believe That It Should Be Very Little Else Than Such A Carrier.

The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts; They Are Almost Well.