Will occur as time grows more open about it.

It never seems to occur to anyone that each reader is different, and that even those who might be said to resemble each other will each bring an individual set of experiences and references to their reading, and interpret and misinterpret it according to these.

until only infinity remained of beauty

A perfect example of the new republic's urge to drape itself with the togas of classical respectability.

A yak is a prehistoric cabbage; of that, we can be sure.

I feel that poetry is going on all the time inside, an underground stream.

Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you, At incredible speed, traveling day and night.