Many Of Today's Verses Are Prose And

Evidently The Arts, All The Visual Arts, Are Becoming More Democratic In The Worst Sense Of The Word.

In Reality Art Is Always For Everyone And For No One.

Too Many Lives Are Needed To Make Just One.

This Proves That Great Lyric Poetry Can Die, Be Reborn, Die Again, But Will Always Remain One Of The Most Outstanding Creations Of The Human Soul.

Today Not Even A Universal Fire Could Make The Torrential Poetic Production Of Our Time Disappear. But It Is Exactly A Question Of Production, That Is, Of Hand-made Products Which Are Subject To The Laws Of Taste And Fashion.