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

I Can't Tell You Where A Poem Comes From, What It Is, Or What It Is For: Nor Can Any Other Man. The Reason I Can't Tell You Is That The Purpose Of A Poem Is To Go Past Telling, To Be Recognised By Burning.

For Though We Often Need To Be Restored To The Small, Concrete, Limited, And Certain, We As Often Need To Be Reminded Of The Large, Vague, Unlimited, Unknown

With The First Step, The Number Of Shapes The Walk Might Take Is Infinite, But Then The Walk Begins To Define Itself As It Goes Along, Though Freedom Remains Total With Each Step: Any Tempting Side Road Can Be Turned Into An Impulse, Or Any Wild Patch Of Woods Can Be Explored. The Pattern Of The Walk Is To Come True, Is To Be Recognized, Discovered.

The Walk Liberating, I Was Released From Forms, From The Perpendiculars, Straight Lines, Blocks, Boxes, Binds Of Thought Into The Hues, Shadings, Rises, Flowing Bends And Blends Of Sight.