Here you will find thePoemTo A Young Writerof poet Yvor Winters
Achilles Holt, Stanford, 1930 Here for a few short years Strengthen affections; meet, Later, the dull arrears Of age, and be discreet. The angry blood burns low. Some friend of lesser mind Discerns you not; but so Your solitude?s defined. Write little; do it well. Your knowledge will be such, At last, as to dispel What moves you overmuch.
