War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.
It seems just possible that a poem might happen to a very young man: but a poem is not poetry -That is a life.
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.
Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.
I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.
And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end.