Oh my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not And restless and lost on a road that I know.
On July 26 1916 I announced to all my friends in America that from now on I resolved to write no more poems in the classical language and to begin my experiments in writing poetry in the so-called vulgar tongue of the people.
