That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.
That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.
A tradition without intelligence is not worth having.
The past and future / Are conquered, and reconciled.
At the beach - time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted.
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.