Humankind Cannot Bear Very Much Reality.

The Hint Half Guessed, The Gift Half Understood, Is Incarnation. Here The Impossible Union Of Spheres Of Existence Is Actual. Here The Past And Future Are Conquered And Reconciled.

O Dark Dark Dark. They All Go Into The Dark, The Vacant Interstellar Spaces, The Vacant Into The Vacant

Unreal Friendship May Turn To Real But Real Friendship, Once Ended, Cannot Be Mended

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

Poetry Is Not A Turning Loose Of Emotion, But An Escape From Emotion.