Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

The function of posterity is to look after itself.

My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.

One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.