The twilight is long fingers and black hair.

Poets are mysterious, but a poet when all is said is not much more mysterious than a banker.

The twilight is long fingers and black hair.

So the poet, who wants to be something that he cannot be, and is a failure in plain life, makes up fictitious versions of his predicament that are interesting even to other persons because nobody is a perfect automobile salesman.

At twelve I was determined to shoot only For honor; at twenty not to shoot at all; I know at thirty-three that one must shoot As often as one gets the rare chance - In killing there is more than commentary.

I am not ridiculing verbal mechanisms, dreams, or repressions as origins of poetry; all three of them and more besides may have a great deal to do with it.

How does one happen to write a poem: where does it come from? That is the question asked by the psychologists or the geneticists of poetry.