End With An Image And Don't Explain.

The Universe Is A Continuous Web. Touch It At Any Point And The Whole Web Quivers.

The Supreme Morality Of Art Is To Endure.

Memory Is Each Man's Poet-in-residence.

In A Murderous Time/the Heart Breaks And Breaks/and Lives By Breaking.

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.