He that works and does some Poem, not he that merely says one, is worthy of the name of Poet.

So here hath been dawning Another blue Day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.

Here numerous persons, with big wigs many of them, and austere aspect, whom I take to be Professors of the Dismal Science, start up in an agitated vehement man…

Democracy is, by the nature of it, a self-canceling business; and it gives in the long run a net result of zero.

The artist after all is a solitary being.

An artist is a man of action, whether he creates a personality, invents an expedient, or finds the issue of a complicated situation.

And the color, the overcast blue Of the air, in which the blue guitar Is a form, described but difficult, And I am merely a shadow hunched Above the arrowy, st…