Harrow the house of the dead; look shining at New styles of architecture, a change of heart.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

Few people take an interest in Iceland, but in those few the interest is passionate.

The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.

Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.

I don't think the mystical experience can be verbalized. When the ego disappears, so does power over language.

Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.