Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

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

No being can make another one happy.

I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.

A poet feels the impulse to create a work of art when the passive awe provoked by an event is transformed into a desire to express that awe in a rite of worship.

Let me see what I wrote so I know what I think

A vice in common can be the ground of a friendship but not a virtue in common. X and Y may be friends because they are both drunkards or womanizers but, if they are both sober and chaste, they are friends for some other reason.