So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.

People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.

not fare well, but fare forward

Trying to use words, and every attempt Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure Because one has only learnt to get the better of words For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling.