By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.

By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.

It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.

For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.

As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world

THESE are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night.