What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire,

End With An Image And Don't Explain.

The Poem Comes In The Form Of A Blessing, Like Rapture Breaking On The Mind.

The Supreme Morality Of Art Is To Endure.

Poetry Today Is Easier To Write But Harder To Remember.

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.