The Primary Pigment Of Poetry Is The

Religion I Have Defined As "another Of Those Numerous Failures Resulting From An Attempt To Popularize Art".

Objectivity And Again Objectivity, And Expression: No Hindside-before-ness, No Straddled Adjectives (as "addled Mosses Dank"), No Tennysonianness Of Speech; Nothing-nothing That You Couldn't, In Some Circumstance, In The Stress Of Some Emotion, Actually Say.

Either Move Or Be Moved.

I Ask A Wreathwhich Will Not Crush My Head. And There Is No Hurry About It; I Shall Have, Doubtless, A Boom After My Funeral, Seeing That Long Standing Increases All Things Regardless Of Quality.

Consider The Way Of The Scientists Rather Than The Way Of An Advertising Agent For A New Soap.