It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.
Women alone stir my imagination.
The world was going on as usual. All the time she was writing the world had continued.
The poet is always our contemporary.
They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within.
When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?