The World's Decay Where The Wind's Hands

The Jaws' Hooked Clamp And Fangs Not To Be Changed At This Date; A Life Subdued To Its Instrument.

Where White Is Black And Black Is White, I Won.

As Popa Penetrates Deeper Into His Life, With Book After Book, It Begins To Look Like A Universe Passing Through A Universe. It Is One Of The Most Exciting Things In Modern Poetry, To Watch This Journey Being Made.

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

The Progress Of Any Writer Is Marked By Those Moments When He Manages To Outwit His Own Inner Police System.