If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spentIf the unheard, unspokenWord is unspoken, unheard;Still is the spoken word, the Word unheard,The Word without a word, the Word withinThe world and f...
The journey not the arrival matters.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
What was to be the value of the long looked forward to,Long hoped for calm, the autumnal serenityAnd the wisdom of age? Had they deceived usOr deceived themselves, the quiet-voiced elders,Bequeathing...
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a us...
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.In order to arrive at what you do not knowYou must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.In...
The only wisdom we can hope to acquireIs the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.The houses are all gone under the sea.The dancers are all gone under the hill.
Love is most nearly itselfWhen here and now cease to matter.
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.
Yet when we came back, from the hyacinth garden,Yours arms full, and your hair wet, I could notSpeak, and my eyes failed, I was neitherLiving nor dead, and I knew nothing.Looking into the heart of lig...
Words move, music movesOnly in time; but that which is only livingCan only die. Words, after speech, reachInto the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow
We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, remembered gateWhen the last of earth le...
This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.
This form, this face, this life living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, the awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships.
The last temptation is the greatest treason: To do the right deed for the wrong reason.