The world revolves like ancient women$$$ gathering fuel in vacant lots.

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.

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work$$$ it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.

Footsteps shuffled on the stair<br>Under the firelight$$$ under the brush$$$ her hair<br>Spread out in fiery points<br>Glowed into words$$$ then would be savagely still.

And I must borrow every changing shape<br>To find expression ... dance$$$ dance<br>Like a dancing bear$$$<br>Cry like a parrot$$$ chatter like an ape.<br>Let us take the air$$$ in a tobacco trance.

The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract. By this$$$ and only this$$$ we have existed.

Gentile or Jew<br>O you who turn the wheel and look to windward$$$<br>Consider Phlebas$$$ who was once handsome and tall as you.

I have heard the key<br>Turn in the door once and turn once only.<br>We think of the key$$$ each in his prison<br>Thinking of the key$$$ each confirms a prison.

I think we are in rats alley<br>Where the dead men lost their bones.

Between the desire<br>And the spasm$$$<br>Between the potency<br>And the existence$$$<br>Between the essence<br>And the descent$$$<br>Falls the Shadow.