You Burned The City Of London In

There Is No Dusk To Be, There Is No Dawn That Was, Only There's Now, And Now, And The Wind In The Grass.

Conventional Wisdom Notwithstanding, There Is No Reason Either In Football Or In Poetry Why The Two Should Not Meet In A Man's Life If He Has The Weight And Cares About The Words.

If You Commit Yourself To The Art Of Poetry, You Commit Yourself To The Task Of Learning How To See, Using Words As Elements Of Sight And Their Sounds As Prisms. And To See Means To See Something Worth All The Agony Of Learning How To See.

As Things Are Now Going The Peace We Make, What Peace We Seem To Be Making, Will Be A Peace Of Oil, A Peace Of Gold, A Peace Of Shipping, A Peace In Brief.without Moral Purpose Or Human Interest.

Our Reliance In This Country Is On The Inquiring, Individual Human Mind. Our Strength Is Founded There; Our Resilience, Our Ability To Face An Ever-changing Future And To Master It. We Are Not Frozen Into The Backward-facing Impotence Of Those Societies, Fixed In The Rigidness Of An Official Dogma, To Which The Future Is The Mirror Of The Past. We Are Free To Make The Future For Ourselves.