Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.

Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party.

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!

I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.