They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. But the man th… - T. S. Eliot

And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.

"In my beginning is my end. In succession
Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place
Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.
Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth
Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,
Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.

from "East Coker