a glass of fresh milk

they who in other matters express so little feare either of God or man , should in this one particular outstripp all precisianism with thir scruples and cases

We killed agriculture in the past. Now is the time to unkill it.

Grigson sums up this almost utilitarian aspect of the state of detachment thus: Not visited enough, each poet knows His deadly fondness for his own mishaps, The way he fails to sort the full-time births From all his misengendered scraps.