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

Signs are taken for wonders. / 'We would see a sign!' / The word within a word, unable to speak a word, / Swaddled with darkness.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

Redeem the time. Redeem the unread vision of a higher dream.

To country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But I’m a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.