Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance
Sand. Everywhere. In the bed, in the shower, all over the floor. Grrrrr.
We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
The old should be explorers, be curious, risk transgression, explore oldness itself.
I hate university towns and university people, who are the same everywhere, with pregnant wives, sprawling children, many books and hideous pictures on the walls ... Oxford is very pretty, but I don't like to be dead.