The Painter Saw What Was, An Alternate

A Literary Influence Is Never Just A Literary Influence. It's Also An Influence In The Way You See Everything - In The Way You Feel Your Life.

Deep Feeling Doesn't Make For Good Poetry. A Way With Language Would Be A Bit Of Help.

One Is Always Nearer By Not Keeping Still.

One Joins The Movement In A Valueless World, Choosing It, Till Both Hurler And The Hurled, One Moves As Well, Always Toward, Toward.

Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All Holy, To Where It Flickers Deep In Grass, The Moly.