For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
new-year voice words Words
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
despair poetry World
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
poetry self-discovery wisdom Experience
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.
truth wishes Bad
April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
cruelty poetry seasons weather Dead