And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-

To justify Christian morality because it provides a foundation of morality, instead of showing the necessity of Christian morality from the truth of Christianity, is a very dangerous inversion.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

For you know only a heap of broken images

Poetry is a mug's game.