America has always been a country of amateurs where the professional, that is to say, the man who claims authority as a member of an
To ask the hard question is simple.
A poet is a professional maker of verbal objects.
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.
Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still,For poetry makes nothing happen.
To save your world you asked this man to dieWould this man, could he see you now, ask why
The words of a dead manAre modified in the guts of the living.
Let us honour if we canThe vertical manThough we value noneBut the horizontal one.
To the man-in-the-street, who, I'm sorry to sayIs a keen observer of life,The word Intellectual suggests straight awayA man who's untrue to his wife.
Five minutes on even the nicest mountainIs awfully long.
No hero is mortal till he dies.
Health is the state about which medicine has nothing to say Sanctity is the state about which theology has nothing to say.
Goodness is easier to recognize than to define.
When I try to imagine a faultless loveOr the life to come, what I hear is the murmurOf underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.
Lay your sleeping head, my love,Human on my faithless arm.