Precisely because we do not communicate by singing, a song can be out of place but not out of character; it is just as credible that a stupid person should sing beautifully as that a clever person should do so.

May it not be that, just as we have to have faith in Him, God has to have faith in us and, considering the history of the human race so far, may it not be that 'faith' is even more difficult for Him than it is for us?

The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.

The sky is darkening like a stain Something is going to fall like rain And it won't be flowers

Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle.

To save your world you asked this man to die; would this man, could he see you now, ask why?

What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves.