“Sir, there’s a tower of fire in meBinding me with terrible strength The whole of my mortal lengthAnd splitting brave the skull’s emperyIn a rush of dauntless energy To reach the most luminous etherI am the mortal grounding of a towerImminent with immortality.”

“The way my ideas think meIs the way I unthink God.As in the name of heaven I make hellThat is the way the Lord says me.And all is adventure and dangerAnd I roll Him off cliffs and mountains But fast as I am to push Him offFast am I to reach Him below.And it may be then His turn to push me off,I wait breathless for that terrible second:And if He push me not, I turn around in anger:“O art thou the God I would have!”Then He pushes me and I plunge down, down!And when He comes to help me upI put my arms around Him, saying, “Brother,Brother.” . . . This is the way we are.”

“Not,speech,that,has,fire,But,Fire,that,can,speak—Genius.”

“The,purpose,of,a,match?”“To,start,a,fire,with.”No.“To,store,up,fire,And,to,keep,it,cool.”

“Observe me, I do not speak.But I am very quickAnd already I have spoken.Observe me as now I speak.But I am very quickAnd already I have unspoken.”

“The,genius,is,not,greater,Than,its,radius,Which,defines,its,genius.The,tower,is,not,greater,Than,its,altitude,Which,defines,its,solitude.”

“A radio made of seawaterWill have mermaids for music: Who when me they will kissAll my senses will greet.”