The Ear Writes My Poems, Not The

A Longing For The Dance Stirs In The Buried Life.

End With An Image And Don't Explain.

An Old Poet Ought Never To Be Caught With His Technique Showing.

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.

A Poet Needs To Keep His Wilderness Alive Inside Him.