From compromise and things half done, Keep me with stern and stubborn pride; And when at last the fight is won, God, keep me still unsatisfied.

Life, alas, is very drear. Up with the glass! Down with the beer!

Nothing but blackness above And nothing that moves but the cars... God, if you wish for our love, Fling us a handful of stars!

From compromise and things half done, Keep me with stern and stubborn pride; And when at last the fight is won, God, keep me still unsatisfied.

She has something to say about what life is like-which is all we ask of poetry.

Come, drink the mystic wine of Night, Brimming with silence and the stars; While earth, bathed in this holy light, Is seen without its scars.

Poetry is the power of defining the indefinable in terms of the unforgettable.