Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
A tradition without intelligence is not worth having.
Our emotions Are only “incidents” In the effort to keep day and night together.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.