To A Poet The Mere Making Of

Much Of The Magical Effect That Poetry Gives Of Rendering Everything It Touches Pellucid Comes From The Necessity Of Compression That It Imposes. The Impossibility Of Pausing In Poetry As Long As May Be Needed To Make Sense Clear Causes Many A Set Of Words Actually Deficient In Linguistic Workmanship To Pass For An Eloquent Brevity.

I Would Then Say That There Are Two Kinds Of Feeling. The First Is To Feel In The Sense Of Concentrating Your Emotions On Something Immediately Available For Your Understanding: You Make Your Understanding Out Of The Emotions You Have About It. The Second Is To Feel In The Sense Of Being Affected Without Trying To Understand: Something Is Felt, You Do Not Know What, And It Is More Important To Feel It Than To Try To Understand It, Since Once You Try To Understand It You No Longer Feel It.

Appearances Do Not Deceive If There Are Enough Of Them.

Every Thought Sounds Like A Footfall, Till A Thought Like A Boot Kicks Down The Wall.

What Second Love Could She [olympias] Make Out Of Her Ruined First Love? The Second Love That Most Women Make Out Of Their First Love For Husbands Grows From A Mutual And Tacit Sadness In Both Husband And Wife That He Is Only In Rare Moments The Man Both Would Like Him To Be.