He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.