“Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.”

“Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,-- if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: "I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!" If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?”

“So most of my life has been lived in hell.”

“My surface is myself.Under whichto witness, youth isburied. Roots?Everybody has roots.”

“The noiseless wheels of my carrush with a crackling sound overdried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.”

“The past above, the future belowand the present pouring down: the roar,the roar of the present, a speech--is, of necessity, my sole concern.”

“According to my present theme the writer of imagination would attain closest to the conditions of music not when his words are dissassociated from natural objects and specified meanings but when they are liberated from the usual quality of that meaning by transportation into another medium, the imagination.”