“ Ezra Pound - idiosyncrasy on a monument. ”
I see at last that all the knowledgeI wrung from the darkness—that the darkness flung me—Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darknessAnd we call it wisdom. It is pain.
~ Randall Jarrell
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times.
It's ugly, but is it art?
When I was young and miserable and prettyAnd poor, I'd wishWhat all girls wish: to have a husband,A house and children. Now that I'm old, my wishIs womanish:That the boy putting groceries in my carSee me.
