We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day,
Who in May admire trees flowering,
Are better than those who perished.

Though Four Quartets appears to be driving toward expressing or defining a state of contentment, it seems to have a hard time getting there, as, perhaps, it ought to.

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night drink it and drink it

Wallace Stevens is one of America’s most respected 20th century poets.

Time alters many things.

Nobel Prize-winning poet Odysseus Elytis was born Odysseus Alepoudelis..

Oliver Ready considers the particular type of elusiveness cultivated by a dialectical author

By the side of the lake, I smelled a faint aroma
Similar to the body fragrance of a woman

Great honesty comes in two guises: the honesty of the innocent and the honesty of those so haunted by their own dishonesties --

Save me—how can I preserve
my heart from evil people—