The way through the worldIs more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

Weight him, weight, weight him with the sleepiness of themoon.It was only a glass because he looked in it. It was nothing hecould be told.It was a language he spoke, because he must, yet did not know.It was a page he had found in the handbook of heartbreak.

Most modern reproducers of life, even including the camera, really repudiate it. We gulp down evil, choke at good.

Beauty is momentary in the mind -- The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.

The old brown hen and the old blue sky, Between the two we live and die The broken cartwheel on the hill.

There's no such thing as life; or if there is, It is faster than the weather, faster than Any character. It is more than any scene: Of the guillotine or of any glamorous hanging.

After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.