We Learn What Poetry Is - If

We Took Up Our Positions, In Obedience To Instructions.

It Takes So Many Years To Learn That One Is Dead.

Poetry May Make Us From Time To Time A Little More Aware Of The Deeper, Unnamed Feelings Which Form The Substratum Of Our Being, To Which We Rarely Penetrate; For Our Lives Are Mostly A Constant Evasion Of Ourselves.

For Love Would Be Love Of The Wrong Thing; There Is Yet Faith, But The Faith And The Love And The Hope Are All In The Waiting.

Most Of The Evil In This World Is Done By People With Good Intentions.