The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience.

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter, or the smell of cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes

The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre- To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love. Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire or fire.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?