The blind date that has stood you up: your life.
The blind date that has stood you up: your life.
I am afraid, this morning, of my face.
And I am wise
If that is wisdom.
The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.
A spark burns, high in heaven.
The Southern past, the Southern present, the Southern future became one of red clay pine barrens, of chain-gang camps, of housewives dressed in flour sacks who stare all day dully down into dirty sinks.
One of the most obvious facts about grown-ups, to a child, is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.
If we meet an honest and intelligent politician, a dozen, a hundred, we say they aren't like politicians at all, and our category of politicians stays unchanged; we know what politicians are like.
The climate of our culture is changing. Under these new rains, new suns, small things grow great, and what was great grows small whole species disappear and are replaced.
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner. From my mother's sleep, I fell into the State, and I hunched in its belly until my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died, they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
It was not dying: everybody died.
I think that one possible definition of our modern culture is that it is one in which nine-tenths of our intellectuals can't read any poetry.
But the angel does not speak.
In the United States, there one feels free... Except from the Americans - but every pearl has its oyster.
It is better to entertain an idea than to take it home to live with you for the rest of your life.
I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness that darkness flung me Is worthless as ignorance nothing comes from nothing The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.
I felt that I had met someone from home.
We know what they are--men, men!
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.
Alas, there came the night.
I decided that Europeans and Americans are like men and women: they understand each other worse, and it matters less, than either of them suppose.
He thinks that Schiller and St Paul were just two Partisan Review editors.
I lie beside him--I am a lion.
To Americans, English manners are far more frightening than none at all.
Often, to the lion, the saint said, Son.
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