Love Is Most Nearly Itself When Here

In A World Of Fugitives The One Who Stays Home Will Seem To Be Running Away

What Have We Given? My Friend, Blood Shaking My Heart The Awful Daring Of A Moment's Surrender Which An Age Of Prudence Can Never Retract By This, And This Only, We Have Existed.

The Only Wisdom We Can Hope To Acquire Is The Wisdom Of Humility: Humility Is Endless. The Houses Are All Gone Under The Sea. The Dancers Are All Gone Under The Hill.

There Will Be Time, There Will Be Time To Prepare A Face To Meet The Faces That You Meet.

Poetry Is Not An Assertion Of Truth, But The Making Of That Truth More Fully Real To Us.