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Sincerity Is Technique.

Blessed Be All Metrical Rules That Forbid Automatic Responses, Force Us To Have Second Thoughts, Free Us From The Fetters Of Self.

To Pray Is To Pay Attention To Something Or Someone Other Than Oneself.

There Has Been A Vast Output Of Critical Studies In Contemporary Poetry, Some Of Them First Rate, But I Do Not Think That , As A Rule, A Poet Should Read Them.

Sob, Heavy World Sob As You Spin, Mantled In Mist Remote From The Happy.