The past and present wilt — I have fill'd them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. - Walt Whitman

Do you know much about Aaron Burr? There's a man, now, who is only damned and damned again in history and yet who had his parts. I have always designed writing something about him to show I did not stand in the jam of his vilifiers. I had a piece on him which should have gone into this book. You don't know (I guess I never told you) that when I was a lad, working in a lawyer's office, it fell to me to go over the river now and then with messages for Burr. Burr was very gentle — persuasive. He had a way of giving me a bit of fruit on these visits — an apple or a pear. I can see him clearly, still — his stateliness, gray hair, courtesy, consideration.

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and
can be none in the future,
And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to
beautiful results,
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death,
And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are
compact,
And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each
as profound as any.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments.