I Have Wished You Something None Of

Any Memory For The Most Part Depending On Chance.

Only One Ship Is Seeking Us, A Black-sailed Unfamiliar, Towing At Her Backa Huge And Birdless Silence. In Her Wakeno Waters Breed Or Break.

Never Such Innocence, Never Before Or Since, As Changed Itself To Past Without A Word--the Men Leaving The Gardens Tidy, The Thousands Of Marriages Lasting A Little While Longer: Never Such Innocence Again.

One Of The Great Criticisms Of Poets Of The Past Is That They Said One Thing And Did Another.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.