The White Sun Like A Moth On

Even If You Walk Exactly The Same Route Each Time - As With A Sonnet - The Events Along The Route Cannot Be Imagined To Be The Same From Day To Day, As The Poet's Health, Sight, His Anticipations, Moods, Fears, Thoughts Cannot Be The Same.

It's Not A Love Of Poetry Readings That Attracts Those Who Do Come To Them But Theater.

There's Something To Be Said In Favor Of Working In Isolation In The Real World.

I Have A Life That Did Not Become, That Turned Aside And Stopped, Astonished

A Poem Generated By Its Own Laws May Be Unrealized And Bad In Terms Of So-called Objective Principles Of Taste, Judgement, Deduction.