And know the place for the first time. |
And to make an end is to make a beginning. |
And we must think no further of you. |
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity |
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity |
Any poet, if he is to survive beyond his 25th year, must alter; he must seek new literary influences; he will have different emotions to express. |
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. |
Art never improves, but . . . the material of art is never quite the same. |
Ash on an old man's sleeve / Is all the ash the burnt roses leave, / Dust in the air suspended / Marks the place where a story ended. |
At the first turning of the second stair / I turned and saw below / The same shape twisted on the banister. |
At the still point of the turning world. |
Because I do not hope to turn again / Because I do not hope / Because I do not hope to turn. |
Between the idea / And the reality / Between the motion / And the act / Falls the Shadow. |
Birth, copulation and death. That's all the facts when you come to the brass tacks. |
Business today consists in persuading crowds. |