I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With

An American Is A Complex Of Occasions, Themselves A Geometry Of Spatial Nature.

I Don't Live For Poetry. I Live Far More Than Anybody Else Does.

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.

A Poem Is Energy Transferred From Where The Poet Got It (he Will Have Some Several Causations), By Way Of The Poem Itself To, All The Way Over To, The Reader.