You are the music while the music lasts. >>
Birth, copulation and death. That's all the facts when you come to the >>
So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good: so far >>
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of >>
Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, b >>
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat. >>
Each venture is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate with shabby equipment always deteriorating in the general mess of imprecision of feeling.