That Was My Way Of Putting It-not

We Do Not Quite Say That The New Is More Valuable Because It Fits In; But Its Fitting In Is A Test Of Its Value - A Test, It Is True, Which Can Only Be Slowly And Cautiously Applied, For We Are None Of Us Infallible Judges Of Conformity.

This Is The Feeling For Syllable And Rhythm, Penetrating Far Below The Conscious Levels Of Thought And Feeling, Invigorating Every Word.

Poetry Is Not A Turning Loose Of Emotion, But An Escape From Emotion.

Each Way Means Loneliness -- And Communion.

Here I Am, An Old Man In A Dry Month, Being Read To By A Boy, Waiting For Rain.