Pain comes from the darkness. And we call it wisdom. It is pain.
It is always hard for poets to believe that one says their poems are bad not because one is a fiend but because their poems are bad.
We died like aunts of pets or foreigners.
We can't tell our life from our wish
To Americans, English manners are far more frightening than none at all.
I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness - that darkness flung me - Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.