I Can Connect Nothing With

I Read, Much Of The Night, And Go South In The Winter.

Music Heard So Deeply That It Is Not Heard At All, But You Are The Music While The Music Lasts.

And Through The Spaces Of The Dark Midnight Shakes The Memory As A Madman Shakes A Dead Geranium.

When A Great Poet Has Lived, Certain Things Have Been Done Once For All, And Cannot Be Achieved Again.

We Know Too Much, And Are Convinced Of Too Little. Our Literature Is A Substitute For Religion, And So Is Our Religion.