Every Moment Is A New And Shocking

Between The Conception And The Creation, Between The Emotion And The Response, Falls The Shadow.

I Read, Much Of The Night, And Go South In The Winter.

This Is One Moment, / But Know That Another / Shall Pierce You With A Sudden Painful Joy.

I Shall Not Want Honor In Heaven For I Shall Meet Sir Philip Sidney And Have Talk With Coriolanus And Other Heroes Of That Kidney.

Wait Without Thought, For You Are Not Ready For Thought.