At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.
Thoughts without words… Can that be?
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.
The poet is always our contemporary.
But what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only to my eyes; also to some nervous fibre, or fanlike membrane in my species.