Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky
Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.
Signs are taken for wonders. / 'We would see a sign!' / The word within a word, unable to speak a word, / Swaddled with darkness.
Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been.
The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.