A True Poet Does Not

The Ear Disapproves But Tolerates Certain Musical Pieces; Transfer Them Into The Domain Of Our Nose, And We Will Be Forced To Flee.

An Artist Cannot Speak About His Art Any More Than A Plant Can Discuss Horticulture.

Poetry Is An Ethic. By Ethic I Mean A Secret Code Of Behavior, A Discipline Constructed And Conducted According To The Capabilities Of A Man Who Rejects The Falsifications Of The Categorical Imperative.

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

One Is Either Judge Or Accused. The Judge Sits, The Accused Stands. Live On Your Feet.