Time Is A Dream ... A Destroying

Separate We Come, And Separate We Go, And This Be It Known, Is All That We Know.

Schoolchildren All Over America Are Told To Write To Authors-often To Authors Whom They Have Never Before Heard Of, Whose Work They Are To Young To Understand In The Least, And Often In Letters Which Are Almost Illiterate. If Children Are To Be Taught To Respect The Work Of American Poets I Think Some Better Way Might Be Found To Do So- Some Way Which Would Not Make Such An Inconsiderate Demand On The Author's Time.

For In This Walk, This Voyage, It Is Yourself, The Profound History Of Your 'self,' That Now As Always You Encounter.

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

The Truth--a Hideous Spectacle!