Poetry Is Man's Rebellion Against Being What

A Manpossessesnothing Certainlysavea Brief Loanof His Own Body.

I Take It That I Must Be The Eternal Playfellow Of Time. For Piety And Common-sense And Death Are Rightfully Time's Toys; And It Is With These Three That I Divert Myself.

What Am I That I Am Called Upon To Have Prejudices Concerning The Universe?

The Touch Of Time Does More Than The Club Of Hercules.

I Do That Which I Do In Every Place. Here Also, At The Gateway Of That Garden Into Which Time Has Not Entered, I Fight With Time My Ever-losing Battle, Because To Do That Diverts Me.