That was my way of putting it-not very satisfactory: A periphrastic study in a worn-out poetical fashion, Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestle With words and meanings.

Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.

Poetry is a mug's game.

Justice itself tends to be corrupted by political passion.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust

The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence