Imagination is the wide-open eye which leads us always to see truth more vividly.
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing
The dark is light enough.
Day's work is still to do, Whatever the day's doom.
Equality is a mortuary word.