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

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 journey, Not the destination matters.

You are the music while the music lasts.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

We learn what poetry is - if we ever learn - by reading it.