"It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters like the dew, I arise, I fac…"

"Whitman had a profound influence on me. … He was useful to me in the perfection of form, as a sort of compromise betw…"

"Once I loved, and she I loved was darkened. Again I loved, and love itself was darkened. Vainly we follow the circle …"

"And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight To divide u…"

"Let us describe the evening as it is:— The stars disposed in heaven as they are: Verlaine and Shakspere rotting, wher…"

"I think Ushant describes it pretty well, with that epigraph from Tom Brown’s School Days: “I’m the poet of White Hors…"

"You know, without my telling you, how sometimes A word or name eludes you, and you seek it Through running ghosts of …"

"The music ends. The screen grows dark. We hurry To go our devious secret ways, forgetting Those many lives . . . We l…"

"In the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive, The shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves, In the …"

"We developed a shorthand language of our own which we fell into for the rest of our lives whenever we met, no holds b…"