Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.
Who so would be a man must be a nonconformist, He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind
For the great Gaels of Ireland Are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, And all their songs are sad.
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter when I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.
...a poem is just a little machine for remembering itself
Look around - there's only one thing of danger for you here - poetry