In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing

Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.

Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.

So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good: so far as we do evil or good, we are human: and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing: at least we exist.

That was my way of putting it-not very satisfactory: A periphrastic study in a worn-out poetical fashion, Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestle With words and meanings.

Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought.