Wallace Stevens: the Platonist celebrates endless change, but with regret.

I gulp down my pleasures, chew over my miseries.

The same old thing--even if it's champagne--is still the same old thing.

Imprudence relies on luck, prudence on method. That gives prudence less edge than it expects.

Mind and body obstruct one another's pleasures.

Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.

Beggars market their incapacity.