The Dream Crossed Twilight Between Birth And

The Fool,fixed In His Folly,may Think He Can Turn The Wheel On Which He Turns.

Between The Desire And The Spasm, Between The Potency And The Existence, Between The Essence And The Descent, Falls The Shadow.

No Artist Produces Great Art By A Deliberate Attempt To Express His Own Personality.

This Is The Feeling For Syllable And Rhythm, Penetrating Far Below The Conscious Levels Of Thought And Feeling, Invigorating Every Word.

Oh, Do Not Ask, 'what Is It?'/let Us Go And Make Our Visit.