'O Russet Witch!'

The years between thirty-five and sixty-five revolve before the passive mind as one unexplained, confusing merry-go-round. True, they are a merry-go-round of i…

Merlin went up-stairs very quietly at nine o'clock. When he was in his room and had closed the door tight he stood by it for a moment, his thin limbs trembling…

He read at wine, he read in bed, He read aloud, had he the breath, His every thought was with the dead, And so he read himself to death.

Image:that which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time.

Oh, my Lolita, I have only words to play with!

There are no poetic ideas; only poetic utterances.