All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.

Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water.

Again I must remind you that a dog's a dog-a cat's a cat.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.