A poem is just a little machine for remembering itself … our memory of the poem is the poem.
A poem is just a little machine for remembering itself … our memory of the poem is the poem.
The voice of a young man One sticks one's finger into the soil to tell by the smell in what…
Heredity I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon,…
The darkest hour in any man's life is when he sits down to plan how to get money without earning…