Victory Won't Come To Me Unless I

Psychology, Which Explains Everything, Explains Nothing, And We Are Still In Doubt.

Poetry, That Is To Say The Poetic, Is A Primal Necessity.

What Is There In Being Able To Say That One Has Dominated The Stream In An Attitude Of Self-defense; In Proving That One Has Had The Experience Of Carrying A Stick?

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward; I Must Fight Till I Have Conquered In Myself What Causes War.

Of The Crow-blue Mussel Shells, One Keeps Adjusting The Ash Heaps; Opening And Shutting Itself Like An Injured Fan.