Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.
I don't like quintessential certitude.
Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.
It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.
But it's silly to suggest the writing of poetry is something ethereal, a sort of soul-crashing, devastating emotional experience that wrings you. I have no fancy ideas about poetry. ... It doesn't come to you on the wings of a dove. It's something you have to work hard at.