If the poem can be improved by the author's explanations, it never should have been published.
Archibald MacLeishThe infantile cowardice of our time which demands an external pattern, a nonhuman authority.
Archibald MacLeishSpring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.
Archibald MacLeishThere is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.
Archibald MacLeish