ᚩ ᛭ ᛉ ᛭ ᛟ

“What is a poem, I told myself, if not that magical thing that inventories everything so that the harms and hurts of our lives are understood in some way.”

“Let me sit here, on the threshold of two worlds. Lost in the eloquence of silence.”

“Each generation has its own task and need not trouble itself unduly by being everything to previous and succeeding generations.”

For there enters an element of Comedy (in the full sense of that great word) whenever we watch the death or passing of a human mood which had thought itself absolute and eternal. There is a high comedy in discovering new moods still timid or struggling, which will in their turn affirm themselves to be indestructible, and in their turn will die. To this comic interest is added another of a very practical kind: forewarned is forearmed.

“I feel full of the mystery of life at the moment. (Odd how things sometimes seem tinkling and empty and then full, full.) An overwhelming sensation that almost makes me speechless.”

i ask for very little and receive even less