I Have Wished You Something None Of

Poetry Should Begin With Emotion In The Poet, And End With The Same Emotion In The Reader. The Poem Is Simply The Instrument Of Transferance.

A Good Meal Can Somewhat Repair / The Eatings Of Slight Love

One Of The Great Criticisms Of Poets Of The Past Is That They Said One Thing And Did Another.

Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring Breadfruit, Whatever They Are.

Spring, Of All Seasons Most Gratuitous, Is Fold Of Untaught Flower, Is Race Of Water, Is Earth's Most Multiple, Excited Daughter; And Those She Has Least Use For See Her Best, Their Paths Grown Craven And Circuitous, Their Visions Mountain-clear, Their Needs Immodest.