Reading is important - read between the lines. Don't swallow everything.
This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.
beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.
I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.
Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.
The forties and fifties were years of high poet-incense; the language-flowers were thickly sweet. Those flowers whined and begged white folks to pick them, to find them lovable. Then the '60s: Independent fire!