time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.

Humankind cannot bear very much reality.

Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.

Sand. Everywhere. In the bed, in the shower, all over the floor. Grrrrr.

The Rum Turn Tugger is a terrible bore: When you let him in, then he wants to be out; He's always on the wrong side of every door, And as soon as he's at home, then he'd like to get about.

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?