What Three Things Can Never Be Done?

I Speak To You. You Speak To Me. Is That Fragile?

There Has Been In Our Time A Lack Of Reliance On Language And A Lack Of Experimentation Which Are Frightening To Anyone Who Sees Them As Symptoms. We Know The Phenomenon Of Stage-fright: It Holds The Player Shivering, Incapable Of Speech Or Action. Perhaps There Is An Audience-fright Which The Play Can Feel, Which Leaves Him With These Incapacities.

A World Is To Be Fought For, Sung, And Built: Love Must Imagine The World.

The Truth Of A Poem Is Its Form And Its Content, Its Music And Its Meaning Are The Same.

How Can I Look Back And Not Speak Of The Stupid Learning About Birth? Of The Stupid Learning That People Make Love, And How It Seemed The Reason For All Things, The Intimacy Of My Wondering, The Illumination That To An Adolescent Was The Cause For Life Around Me, The Reason Why The Unhappy People I Knew Did Not Kill Themselves?