We&#39;ve become much more casual and much more relaxed in social interactions, where there was a formality and maybe a kind of respect at that time that doesn&#39;t exist now.

The hardest journeys, lead to blissful  destinations.

Of our pasts we seemed to know all we needed to know. Nothing was concealed, and though nothing was overtly revealed, all was known. In guilt and in forgiveness we counted ourselves equals, and always had. The sun himself envied us.

I am not ridiculing verbal mechanisms, dreams, or repressions as origins of poetry; all three of them and more besides may have a great deal to do with it.

Written By Allen Tate

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