One Luminary Clock Against The

One Of The Hardest Things In Life To Accept Is A Called Third Strike.

The Moon For All Her Light And Grace Has Never Learned To Know Her Place.

Modern Poets Talk Against Business, Poor Things, But All Of Us Write For Money. Beginners Are Subjected To Trial By Market.

Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be Irresistibly Desired.

Sentences Are Not Different Enough To Hold The Attention Unless They Are Dramatic. No Ingenuity Of Varying Structure Will Do. All That Can Save Them Is The Speaking Tone Of Voice Somehow Entangled In The Words And Fastened To The Page For The Ear Of The Imagination. That Is All That Can Save Poetry From Sing-song, All That Can Save Prose From Itself.