Notes On The Art Of Poetry

I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-onin the world between the covers of books, such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,,, such staggering peace, such enormous laughter, such and so many blinding bright lights,, ,
splashing all over the pagesin a million bits and piecesall of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive foreverin its own delight and glory and oddity and light.