“World is suddener than we fancy it.”

“World is crazier and more of it than we think,Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portionA tangerine and spit the pips and feelThe drunkenness of things being various.”

“Thus were we weaned to knowledge of the WillThat wills the natural world, but wills us dead.”

“The argument was wilful,The alternatives untrue,We need no metaphysicsTo sanction what we doOr to muffle us in comfortFrom what we did not do.”

“The Sunlight on the GardenThe sunlight on the gardenHardens and grows cold,We cannot cage the minuteWithin its nets of gold,When all is toldWe cannot beg for pardon.Our freedom as free lancesAdvances towards its end;The earth compels, upon itSonnets and birds descend;And soon, my friend,We shall have no time for dances.The sky was good for flyingDefying the church bellsAnd every evil ironSiren and what it tells:The earth compels,We are dying, Egypt, dyingAnd not expecting pardon,Hardened in heart anew,But glad to have sat underThunder and rain with you,And grateful tooFor sunlight on the garden.”

“And at this hour of the day it is no good saying'Take away this cup';Having helped to fill it ourselves it is only logicThat now we should drink it up.”

“None of our hearts are pure, we always have mixed motives.Are self deceivers, but the worst of allDeceits is to murmur 'Lord, I am not worthy'And, lying easy, turn your face to the wall. ”