Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.
Wallace StevensI was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
Wallace StevensEverything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
Wallace Stevens