Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?

Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.

After one has abandoned a belief in God, poetry is that essence which takes its place as life's redemption.

You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.

I am what is around me.

Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.

Money is a kind of poetry.