People Find A Way In Which They

We Shall Not Cease From Exploration And The End Of All Our Exploring Will Be To Arrive Where We Started And Know The Place For The First Time. Through The Unknown, Remembered Gate When The Last Of Earth Left To Discover Is That Which Was The Beginning; At The Source Of The Longest River The Voice Of The Hidden Waterfall And The Children In The Apple-tree Not Known, Because Not Looked For But Heard, Half-heard, In The Stillness Between Two Waves Of The Sea.

This Is One Moment, / But Know That Another / Shall Pierce You With A Sudden Painful Joy.

Men Tighten The Knot Of Confusion Into Perfect Misunderstanding.

Sand. Everywhere. In The Bed, In The Shower, All Over The Floor. Grrrrr.

I Grow Old … I Grow Old … I Shall Wear The Bottoms Of My Trousers Rolled.