In Poetry I have a few axioms, and you will see how far I am from their center. I think Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity--it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance-l" Its touches of Beauty should never be half way thereby making the reader breathless instead of content: the rise, the progress, the setting of imagery should like the Sun come natural natural too him--shine over him and set soberly although in magnificence leaving him in the Luxury of twilight--but it is easier to think what Poetry should be than to write it--and this leads me on to another axiom. That if Poetry comes not as naturally as the Leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

How old are u?

How old are u?

Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appears to be best in four things, �- old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

Those words you speak are very true, Gelesapia. I could not of put it better myself.

Ok, I'm pretty sure that that is John Keats.
What is your age?
Poetry is a wonderful tool, but fact is necessary, it is by fact that man moves on, so tell us YOUR BLOODY AGE!
I'm 14, see, it's not that hard. . . .

I am of the age of 54.

I am of the age of 54.
I'm sure you are......

....I am 13 1/2 (well turning 14 in October)

wtf#4