We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.
Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
Art is History's nostalgia, it prefers a thatched roof to a concrete factory, and the huge church above a bleached village.
The mirror is believed the way a poem is believed. It's believed because it's there.
The first thing we have to do is get rid of the pentameter. To ditch the pentameter.
In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.