The Winter Evening Settles Down With Smell

Those Who Say They Give The Public What It Wants Begin By Underestimating Public Taste And End By Debauching It.

Only Through Time Time Is Conquered

They Don't Understand What It Is To Be Awake, / To Be Living On Several Planes At Once / Though One Cannot Speak With Several Voices At Once.

The Past And Future / Are Conquered, And Reconciled.

Yet With These April Sunsets, That Somehow Recall My Buried Life, And Paris In The Spring, I Feel Immeasurably At Peace, And Find The World To Be Wonderful And Youthful Afterall