Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.

Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.

Memory is each man's poet-in-residence.

Not that you need to be a saint to have visions worth talking about. The most effective prescription, I suspect, is to be a disciplined sinner. Perfection, as Valery noted, is work.

Some poems present themselves as cliffs that need to be climbed. Others are so defensive that when you approach their enclosure you half expect to be met by a snarling dog at the gate. Still others want to smother you with their sticky charms.

When they shall paint our sockets gray And light us like a stinking fuse, Remember that we once could say, Yesterday we had a world to lose.

Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.