Gregory-Leon Faurie (Greg)

As to the poetical Character itself (I mean that sort of which, if I am any thing, I am a Member; that sort distinguished from the wordsworthian or egotistical sublime; which is a thing per se and stands alone) it is not itself - it has no self - it is every thing and nothing - It has no character - it enjoys light and shade; it lives in gusto, be

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” - Rumi