Should I Not Hear, As I Lie

I'm Afraid I Wasn't Much Of A Student, But My Casual Reading Was Enormous.

It Is Precisely The Sort Of Thing I Am Always Trying To Do In My Writing -- To Present My Unhappy Reader With A Wide-ranged Chaos -- Of Actions And Reactions, Thoughts, Memories And Feelings -- In The Vain Hope That At The End He Will See That The Whole Thing Represents Only One Moment, One Feeling, One Person. A Raging, Trumpeting Jungle Of Associations, And Then I Announce At The End Of It, With A Gesture Of Despair, "this Is I!

Death Is A Meeting Place Of Sea And Sea.

The Truth--a Hideous Spectacle!

Poetry Will Absorb And Transmute, As It Always Has Done, And Glorify, All That We Can Know.