Everything changes but the avant-garde.
A bad poem is one that vanishes into meaning.
History is the science of things which are not repeated.
Thought must be hidden in the verse like nutritional virtue in a fruit.
History justifies whatever we want it to. It teaches absolutely nothing, for it contains everything and gives examples of everything.
Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.