1879 – 1955 • American • Poet
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.
The point of vision and desire are the same.
One's ignorance is one's chief asset.
The fire burns as the novel taught it how.
In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.
