life is long between the desire and the spasm.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
In my beginning is my end.
We are not here to triumph by fighting, by strata gem, or by resistance, not to fight with beasts as men. We have fought the beast and have conquered. We have only to conquer now, by suffering. This is the easier victory.
Poetry is not an assertion of truth, but the making of that truth more fully real to us.