And remember Gertrude Stein s comment, It takes a lot of time to be a genius. You have to sit around so much doing nothing. The quietest poetry can be an explosion of joy. True delicacy is not a fragile thing. The most delicate and yielding of our necessities, water, can be the most powerful destroyer, swallowing everything.
True delicacy is indestructible.
Take Shelley, Dickinson, Firbank, Basho. I like things which appear fragile but are tough inside. In the long run the dandy can outmaneuver the brute, the bird is more resourceful than the rhino. A burly fiction writer from Berkeley taunted me for delicacy and called me The Venetian Glass Nephew. Before 1945 he went off his nut and had a lobotomy.