The name that no human research can discover-- But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

There is no absolute point of view from which real and ideal can be finally separated and labelled.

The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.

Artistic inevitability lies in the complete adequacy of the external to the emotion.

So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

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