The measured blood beats out the year's delay.
Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.
Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.
Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.
At midnight tears Run into your ears.
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!