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I Was Under Twenty When I Deliberately Put It To Myself One Night After Good Conversation That There Are Moments When We Actually Touch In Talk What The Best Writing Can Only Come Near. The Curse Of Our Book Language Is Not So Much That It Keeps Forever To The Same Set Phrases . . . But That It Sounds Forever With The Same Reading Tones. We Must Go Out Into The Vernacular For Tones That Haven't Been Brought To Book.

For Me The Initial Delight Is In The Surprise Of Remembering Something I Didn't Know I Knew. I Have Never Started A Poem Yet Whose End I Knew.

Skepticism, Is That Anything More Than We Used To Mean When We Said, Well, What Have We Here?

In Heaven We Are All Ghostwriters, If We Write At All.

Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation.