Poets Are Always The Advance Guard Of

This Is America, This Vast, Confused Beauty, This Staring, Restless Speed Of Loveliness, Mighty, Overwhelming, Crude, Of All Forms, Making Grandeur Out Of Profusion, Afraid Of No Incongruities, Sublime In Its Audacity, Bizarre Breaker Of Moulds.

You Are Ice And Fire The Touch Of You Burns My Hands Like Snow.

Poets Are Always The Advance Guard Of Literature; The Advance Guard Of Life. It Is For This Reason That Their Recognition Comes So Slowly.

Even Pain Pricks To Livelier Living.

How Loud Clocks Can Tick When A Room Is Empty, And One Is Alone!