What The Poet Says Has Never Been

Art Is Our Chief Means Of Breaking Bread With The Dead.

As A Poet, There Is Only One Political Duty, And That Is To Defend One's Language From Corruption.

The Center That I Cannot Find Is Known To My Unconscious Mind.

The Glacier Knocks In The Cupboard, The Desert Sighs In The Bed, And The Crack In The Teacup Opens A Lane To The Land Of The Dead.

Courses In Prosody, Rhetoric And Comparative Philology Would Be Required Of All Students, And Every Student Would Have To Select Three Courses Out Of Courses In Mathematics, Natural History, Geology, Meteorology, Archaeology, Mythology, Liturgics, Cooking.