With a poem you can say 'I got my feeling into words for myself. I now have the equivalent in words for that much of what I have felt.'

Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.

A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.

But the Church cannot be, in any political sense, either conservative or liberal, or revolutionary. Conservatism is too often conservation of the wrong things: liberalism a relaxation of discipline; revolution a denial of the permanent things.

You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.