Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned.
I agree about Shaw – he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted corridor.
Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes But when this soul, its body off Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows.
Things said or done long years ago Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled.
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed Gray Truth is now her painted toy.
Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.
What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?
Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
And many a poor man that has roved Loved and thought himself beloved From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.
I have nothing more to give you than my heart. Spanish saying Hearts are not to be had as a gift hearts are to be earned...
If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?
What were all the world’s alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen’s arms?
Grant me an old man’s frenzy, Myself must I remake Till I am Timon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beat upon the wall Till Truth obeyed his call.
Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.