First, I gave up asking, Why?

as far as the mind may reach – just, we ask,remember –every poem’s an adventure;– not, perhaps, for you, scrolling fast in case there’ssomething better round the corner –but for these writers – Frost-sparkling, or first-born …tune in if you must, to thosediscerning poet-critics, poet-teachers, withtheir ‘one of his least successful’…‘in this early work, she…

primitive urges which peoplemight never have suspected of youdemanding to be slaked,and slaked and slaked and slaked againcopulation andpopulation meetingmore than once in waysno way related toplanned parenthoodbut that’s already inthe distant past – the nightsare your own; the daybelongs to others;it’s morning now; you openan eye or two; stretchluxuriously without a hintof shame; thena…

and that proved itselfto be indeed itselfwhat the dictionary saidhaunted; seemed inadequate;haunted againhe smelled his life, as onesmells Spring in the airof a freezing January dayevery one of his thoughtsbegan and finishedwith the word unsoundedthen his actions too grewout of it, returned to ithis friends, his wife, his family:some heard it, some did notyears passed;…

I did not fit into his scheme of things; I,knowing secrets of the tears of things,while he used his fine mind(which is, so obviously, beyond the physical)to deny that world, the metaphysical..To be a metaphoryou need to know your place;stay around too long, you losethat vital force; no one believesin the unbelievable – when there’s…

just thought you’d like to know,that you’re eleventh on the Top Poets listas of today (though I should mentionthat the hittership is 75% fromthe New World that you just foresawbefore you ‘closed your book’; notthat that’s relevant – they speak anEnglish, isn’t that great, which is nearerto your own sound than the strangledglottal stops of…

The key to immortality is firstto live a life worth remembering.