A Poem Should Not Mean But Be.

The Infantile Cowardice Of Our Time Which Demands An External Pattern, A Nonhuman Authority.

The One Man Who Should Never Attempt An Explanation Of A Poem Is Its Author. If The Poem Can Be Improved By It's Author's Explanations It Never Should Have Been Published, And If The Poem Cannot Be Improved By Its Author's Explanations The Explanations Are Scarcely Worth Reading.

How Shall Freedom Be Defended? By Arms When It Is Attacked By Arms, By Truth When It Is Attacked By Lies, By Faith When It Is Attacked By Authoritarian Dogma. Always, In The Final Act, By Determination And Faith.

The Map Of America Is A Map Of Endlessness, Of Opening Out, Of Forever And Ever. No Man's Face Would Make You Think Of It But His Hope Might, His Courage Might.

A Poem Should Be Wordless As The Flight Of Birds.