O God, In The Dream The Terrible

The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts; They Are Almost Well.

Poetry Is Often Generations In Advance Of The Thought Of Its Time.

It Is Not Possible, For A Poet, Writing In Any Language, To Protect Himself From The Tragic Elements In Human Life.... [ellipsis In Source] Illness, Old Age, And Death--subjects As Ancient As Humanity--these Are The Subjects That The Poet Must Speak Of Very Nearly From The First Moment That He Begins To Speak.

Because Language Is The Carrier Of Ideas, It Is Easy To Believe That It Should Be Very Little Else Than Such A Carrier.

O Remember In Your Narrowing Dark Hours That More Things Move Than Blood In The Heart.