Without Art, we should have no notion of the sacred; without Science, we should always worship false gods. - W. H. Auden

And the poor in their fireless lodgings, dropping the sheets Of the evening paper: "Our day is our loss, O show us History the operator, the Organiser, Time the refreshing river." <p> And the nations combine each cry, invoking the life That shapes the individual belly and orders The private nocturnal terror: "Did you not found the city state of the sponge,<p>"Raise the vast military empires of the shark And the tiger, establish the robin's plucky canton? Intervene. Descend as a dove or A furious papa or a mild engineer, but descend."

Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.

A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.