Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions. There is one who remembers the way to yo… - T. S. Eliot

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

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 that is will shadow
The man that pretends to be.

Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not. You shall not deny the Stranger.

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 that is shall shadow The man that pretends to be.

The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious. Both errors tend to make him "personal." Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

I that was near your heart was removed therefrom

Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow