Many Of Today's Verses Are Prose And

It Has Often Been Observed That The Repercussion Of Poetic Language On Prose Language Can Be Considered A Decisive Cut Of A Whip.

Man Cannot Produce A Single Work Without The Assistance Of The Slow, Assiduous, Corrosive Worm Of Thought.

There Is Poetry Even In Prose, In All The Great Prose Which Is Not Merely Utilitarian Or Didactic: There Exist Poets Who Write In Prose Or At Least In More Or Less Apparent Prose; Millions Of Poets Write Verses Which Have No Connection With Poetry.

This Proves That Great Lyric Poetry Can Die, Be Reborn, Die Again, But Will Always Remain One Of The Most Outstanding Creations Of The Human Soul.

The New Man Is Born Too Old To Tolerate The New World. The Present Conditions Of Life Have Not Yet Erased The Traces Of The Past. We Run Too Fast, But We Still Do Not Move Enough. He Looks But He Does Not Contemplate, He Sees But He Does Not Think.