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Come On, You Do You Want To Live Forever?

I Have Become Infected, Now That I See How Beautifully A Book Is Coming Out Of All This.

To Never See A Fool You Lock Yourself In Your Room And Smash The Looking-glass.

I Wrote Poems In My Corner Of The Brooks Street Station. I Sent Them To Two Editors Who Rejected Them Right Off. I Read Those Letters Of Rejection Years Later And I Agreed With Those Editors.

Poetry Is The Synthesis Of Hyacinths And Biscuits.