Any serious attempt to try to do something worthwhile is ritualistic.
The classics can console. But not enough.
The word and the shadow of the word / makes a thing both itself and something else / till we are metaphors and not ourselves . . .
There's always more to see.
Americans are not brought up with meter. They're not brought up with poetry. If you try to get them to recite, they're too embarrassed.
I know when dark-haired evening put on her bright silk at sunset, and, folding the sea sidled under the sheet with her starry laugh, that there'd be no rest, there'd be no forgetting. Is like telling mourners round the graveside about resurrection, they want the dead back.