Of Poets I Put Virgil First -

I Am Lithe, But Fragile From Constant Involuntary Self-analysis.

I Have Never Read A Line Of Walt Whitman.

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

I Am Not Good. I Am Not Virtuous. I Am Not Sympathetic. I Am Not Generous. I Am Merely And Above All A Creature Of Intense Passionate Feeling. I Feel—everything. It Is My Genius. It Burns Me Like Fire.

Do You Think A Man Is The Only Creature With Whom One May Fall In Love?