The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, A….

The Christos-image is most difficult to disentangle from its art-craft junk-shop paint-and-plaster medieval jumble of pain-worship and death-symbol..

The things I have are nameless, old and true; they may not be named; few may live and know..

remember the golden apple-trees; O, do not pity them, as you watch them drop one by one, for they fall exhausted, numb, blind but in certain ecstasy,….

The Greeks have snatched up their spears. They have pointed the helms of their ships Toward the bulwarks of Troy..

Love has no charm when Love is swept to earth: you'd make a lop-winged god, frozen and contrite, of god up-darting, winged for passionate flight..

Escape from the power of the hunting pack, and to know that wisdom is best and beauty sheer holiness..

Pompeii has nothing to teach us, we know crack of volcanic fissure, slow flow of terrible lava, pressure on heart, lungs, the brain about to burst it….

Could beauty be beaten out, O youth the cities have sent to strike at each other's strength, it is you who have kept her alight..

One flower may slay the winter and meet death..

The laying of fish on the embers, the taste of the fish, the feel of the texture of bread, the round and the half-loaf, the grain of a petal, the rai….

...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?.

She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils..

O do not weep, she says, for ages past I was and I endure.

I smiled, I waited, I was circumspect; O never, never, never write that I missed life or loving..

The whole white world is ours..

There is no man can take, there is no pool can slake, ultimately I am alone; ultimately I am done..

Let Love step down, open the clasped hands, forfeit the thorny crown, retrieve the garment that was whole, body and spirit one, spirit and soul..

I myself have seen the floating ships And nothing will ever be the same The shouts, The harrowing voices within the house. I stand apart with an army….

My eye-balls are glass, my limbs marble, my face fixed in its marble mask..

Love is a garment riven in the light that rises from Parnassus, showing the night is over..