Between The Vision And The

What Have We Given? My Friend, Blood Shaking My Heart The Awful Daring Of A Moment's Surrender Which An Age Of Prudence Can Never Retract By This, And This Only, We Have Existed.

Not Only Every Great Poet, But Every Genuine, But Lesser Poet, Fulfils Once For All Some Possibility Of Language, And So Leaves One Possibility Less For His Successors.

And The End And The Beginning Were Always There Before The Beginning And After The End.

That Is Not It At All, That Is Not What I Meant, At All.

Every Phrase And Every Sentence Is An End And A Beginning, Every Poem An Epitaph.