Life Is A Stream On Which We

All Books Are Either Dreams Or Swords, You Can Cut, Or You Can Drug, With Words.

When I Go Away From You The World Beats Dead Like A Slackened Drum.

I Never Deny Poems When They Come; Whatever I Am Doing, Whatever I Am Writing, I Lay It Aside And Attend To The Arriving Poem.

Time! Joyless Emblem Of The Greed Of Millions, Robber Of The Best Which Earth Can Give.

How Hard, How Desperately Hard, Is The Way Of The Experimenter In Art!