I would say poetry is language charged with emotion. It's words, rhythmically organized . . . A poem is a complete little universe. It exists separat… - William Carlos Williams

A man isn’t a block that remains stationary though the psychologists treat him so — and most take an insane pride in believing it. Consistency! He varies; Hamlet today, Caesar tomorrow; here, there, somewhere — if he is to retain his sanity, and why not? The arts have a complex relation to society. The poet isn’t a fixed phenomenon, no more is his work.

It is in tune with the tempo of life — scattered yet welded into the whole, — broken, yet woven together.

Outside, the north wind, coming and passing, swelling and dying, lifts the frozen sand drives it a-rattle against the lidless windows and we may dear sit stroking the cat stroking the cat and smiling sleepily, prrrr.