The only way out is through.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.

Don't be agnostic - be something.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.