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| Redeem / The time. Redeem / The unread vision in the higher dream. | | Uncategorized | |
| Since golden October declined into sombre November / And the apples were gathered and stored, and the land became brown sharp points of death in a waste of water and mud. | | Uncategorized | |
| So far as we are human, what we do must be either evil or good: so far as we do evil or good, we are human: and it is better, in a paradoxical way, to do evil than to do nothing: at least we exist. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers. | | Uncategorized | |
| Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made of things. | | Success | |
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| Teach us to care and not to care / Teach us to sit still. | | Uncategorized | |
| Tenants of the house, / Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season. | | Uncategorized | |
| That corpse you planted last year in your garden, / Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? | | Uncategorized | |
| The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract. | | Uncategorized | |
| The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious. | | Uncategorized | |
| The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, / Glowed on the marble. | | Uncategorized | |
| The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king / So rudely forced. | | Uncategorized | |
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| The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. | | Communication | |
| The dove descending breaks the air / With flame of incandescent terror. | | Uncategorized | |
| The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying. | | Uncategorized | |
| The highest form of treason: to do the right thing for the wrong reason. Murder in the Cathedral | | Uncategorized | |
| The houses are all gone under the sea. / The dancers are all gone under the hill. | | Uncategorized | |
