Poetry Is A Very Complex Art.... It

There Is No Topicmore Soporific And Generally Boring Than The Topic Of Ireland As Ireland, As A Nation.

Nothing Written For Pay Is Worth Printing. Only What Has Been Written Against The Market.

What Thou Lovest Well Remains, The Rest Is Dross What Thou Lov'st Well Shall Not Be Reft From Thee What Thou Lov'st Well Is Thy True Heritage Whose World, Or Mine Or Theirs Or Is It Of None? First Came The Seen, Then Thus The Palpable Elysium, Though It Were In The Halls Of Hell. What Thou Lovest Well Is Thy True Heritage.

I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence Captured Me.

Properly, We Should Read For Power. Man Reading Should Be Man Intensely Alive. The Book Should Be A Ball Of Light In One's Hand.