The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?

An American Is A Complex Of Occasions, Themselves A Geometry Of Spatial Nature.

You Don't Help People In Your Poems. I've Been Trying To Help People All My Life - That's My Trouble

I Have Had To Learn The Simplest Things Last. Which Made For Difficulties.