Sand. Everywhere. In The Bed, In The

Poets In Our Civilization, As It Exists At Present, Must Be Difficult...the Poet Must Become More And More Comprehensive, More Allusive, More Indirect, In Order To Force, To Dislocate If Necessary, Language Into Its Meaning.

Music Heard So Deeply That It Is Not Heard At All, But You Are The Music While The Music Lasts.

We See The Light But See Not Whence It Comes. O Light Invisible, We Glorify Thee!

Do I Dare Disturb The Universe? In A Minute There Is Time For Decisions And Revisions Which A Minute Will Reverse.

Justice Itself Tends To Be Corrupted By Political Passion.