Out On The Lawn I Lie In

There Has Been A Vast Output Of Critical Studies In Contemporary Poetry, Some Of Them First Rate, But I Do Not Think That , As A Rule, A Poet Should Read Them.

Those To Whom Evil Is Donedo Evil In Return.

Pleasure Is By No Means An Infallible Critical Guide, But It Is The Least Fallible.

Herds Of Reindeer Move Across Miles And Miles Of Golden Moss

Fate Succumbs Many A Species: One Alone Jeopardises Itself.