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The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom... In A Clarification Of Life - Not Necessarily A Great Clarification, Such As Sects And Cults Are Founded On, But In A Momentary Stay Against Confusion.

When Clever People Ask Me Where I Get A Poem, I Despair.

A Poem May Be Worked Over Once It Is In Being, But May Not Be Worried Into Being.

Nature's First Green Is Gold, Her Hardest Hue To Hold. Her Early Leaf's A Flower; But Only So An Hour. Then Leaf Subsides To Leaf. So Eden Sank To Grief, So Dawn Goes Down To Day. Nothing Gold Can Stay.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak, Until We Found It Was Ourselves.