[Lawrence wrote an Introduction to Chariot of the Sun at the invitation of Crosby. Virtually all the poems in this early collection figuratively deploy the sun, and Lawrence’s response is designed to acknowledge this peculiarity.]

The essential quality of poetry is that it makes a new effort of attention, and "discovers" a new world within the known world. Man, and the animals, and the flowers, all live within a strange and forever surging chaos. The chaos which we have got used to we call a cosmos. The unspeakable inner chaos of which we are composed we call consciousness, and mind, and even civilization. But it is, ultimately, chaos, lit up by visions or not lit up by visions. …

[Crosby’s poetry] is a glimpse of chaos not reduced to order. But the chaos alive, not the chaos of matter. A glimpse of the living, untamed chaos. For the grand chaos is all alive and ever-lasting. From it we draw our breath of life. If we shut ourselves off from it, we stifle. …

It is poetry of suns which are the core of chaos, suns which are fountains of shadow and pools of light and centers of thought and lions of passion. Since chaos has a core which is itself quintessentially chaotic and fierce with incongruities. That such a sun should have a chariot makes it only more chaotic. …