A grain of poetry suffices to season a century.

Men are products, expressions, reflections; they live to the extent that they coincide with their epoch, or to the extent that they differ markedly from it.

Hatred, slavery's inevitable aftermath.

A nation is not a complex of wheels, nor a wild horse race, but a stride upward concerted by real men.

Within your magic web of hair, lies furled The fire and splendour of the ancient world; The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair; The songs that turned to …

Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality. It speaks of what seems fantastic an…