Finish the few duties you have at hand$$$ and then you will have peace.
A screaming comes across the sky.
There is geometry in the humming of the strings. There is music in the spacing of the spheres.
We have at any rate one advantage over Time and Space. We think them whereas it is extremely doubtful whether they think us!
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.
When words cease to cling close to things$$$ kingdoms fall$$$ empires wane and diminish.
The trouble with having an open mind$$$ of course$$$ is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Energy and motion made visible — memories arrested in space.
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.