Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.
Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.
He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.
Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evilbut if some god shakes your houseruin arrivesruin does not leaveit comes tolling over the generationsit comes rolling the black night salt up from the ocean floorand all your thrashed coasts groan