Periods' are largely an invention of the historians. The poets themselves are not conscious of living in any period and refuse to conform to the scheme.

For the past twenty years you and I have been fed all day long on good solid lies about sex

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung.

Everything that is not eternal is worthless in eternity.

We never find out the strength of the evil impulse inside us until we try to fight it.

The 'frankness' of people sunk below shame is a very cheap frankness.

For He (God) seems to do nothing of himself which He can possibly delegate to His creatures.