The Past And Future / Are Conquered,

A People Without History Is Not Redeemed From Time, For History Is A Pattern Of Timeless Moments.

His Laughter Tinkled Among The Teacups.

Let Us Go Then, You And I, When The Evening Is Spread Out Against The Sky Like A Patient Etherised Upon A Table; Let Us Go, Through Certain Half-deserted Streets, The Muttering Retreats 5 Of Restless Nights In One-night Cheap Hotels And Sawdust Restaurants With Oyster-shells: Streets That Follow Like A Tedious Argument Of Insidious Intent To Lead You To An Overwhelming Question … 10 Oh, Do Not Ask, “what Is It?” Let Us Go And Make Our Visit. In The Room The Women Come And Go Talking Of Michelangelo.

And Voices Singing Out Of Empty Cisterns And Exhausted Wells.

We Learn What Poetry Is - If We Ever Learn - By Reading It.