Humankind Cannot Bear Very Much Reality.

Here I Am, An Old Man In A Dry Month, Being Read To By A Boy, Waiting For Rain.

I Read, Much Of The Night, And Go South In The Winter.

The Endless Cycle Of Idea And Action, / Endless Invention, Endless Experiment, / Brings Knowledge Of Motion, But Not Of Stillness; / Knowledge Of Speech, But Not Of Silence; / Knowledge Of Words, And Ignorance Of The Word.

I Have Heard The Mermaids Singing, Each To Each. I Do Not Think That They Will Sing To Me.

Shall I Part My Hair Behind Do I Dare To Eat A Peach I Shall Wear White Flannel Trousers, And Walk Upon The Beach. I Have Heard The Mermaids Singing, Each To Each. I Do Not Think That They Will Sing To Me.