you ask whether your verses are any good. You ask me. You have asked others before this... You are looking outside and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you -- no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write: see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you woud have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yoursef in the most silent of hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. and if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this question with a strong, simple, "I must", then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tired before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose. Don't write love poems; avoid those forms that are too facile and ordinary: they are the hardest to work with, and it takes a great, fully ripened power to create something individual where good, even glorious, traditions exist in abundance. So rescure yourself from these genereal themes and write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind, and your belief in some kind of beauty -- describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself and admit that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches. this is all the advice i can give; go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows; at its source you will find it to be your destiny to create, a burden of greatness, without ever asking what reward might come from outside."..........