Again I Must Remind You

Time For You And Time For Me, And Time Yet For A Hundred Indecisions, And For A Hundred Visions And Revisions, Before The Taking Of A Toast And Tea.

I Was Too Slow A Mover To Be A Boxer. It Was Much Easier To Be A Poet.

It Seems Just Possible That A Poem Might Happen To A Very Young Man: But A Poem Is Not Poetry -that Is A Life.

We Had The Experience, But We Missed The Meaning.

History Has Many Cunning Passages, Contrived Corridors And Issues.