What a poem means is as much what it means to others as what it means to the author; and indeed, in the course of time a poet may become merely reader in respect to his own works, forgetting his original meaning.

Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.

Good poets borrow, great poets steal

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.

What a poem means is as much what it means to others as what it means to the author; and indeed, in the course of time a poet may become merely reader in respect to his own works, forgetting his original meaning.