What Thou Lov'st Well Is Thy True

One Discards Rhyme, Not Because One Is Incapable Of Rhyming Neat, Fleet, Sweet, Meet, Treat, Eat, Feet But Because There Are Certain Emotions Or Energies Which Are Nor Represented By The Over-familiar Devices Or Patterns.

To Break The Pentameter, That Was The First Heave

Artists Are The Antennae Of The Race, But The Bullet-headed Many Will Never Learn To Trust The Great Artists.

Bureaucrats Are A Pox. They Are Supposed To Be Necessary. Certain Chemicals In The Body Are Supposed To Be Necessary To Life, But Cause Death The Moment They Increase Beyond A Suitable Limit

Poetry Is A Very Complex Art.... It Is An Art Of Pure Sound Bound In Through An Art Of Arbitrary And Conventional Symbols.