Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

It is in fact a part of the function of education to help us escape, not from our own time - for we are bound by that - but from the intellectual and emotional limitations of our time.

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

and now you live dispersed on ribbon roads, And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance, But all dash to and fro in motor cars, Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

You can evade life, but you can not evade Death.