The Most Beautiful Prose Paragraph Yet Written

All That A Critic, As Critic, Can Give Poets Is The Deadly Encouragement That Never Ceases To Remind Them Of How Heavy Their Inheritance Is.

Literature Is Achieved Anxiety.

But In The End, In The End One Is Alone. We Are All Of Us Alone. I Mean I'm Told These Days We Have To Consider Ourselves As Being In Society... But In The End One Knows One Is Alone, That One Lives At The Heart Of A Solitude.

The Very Best Of All Merwin: I Have Been Reading William Since 1952, And Always With Joy.

There Is A God, And His Name Is Aristophanes.