The mind can never be satisfied. - Wallace Stevens

The boots of the men clump On the boards of the bridge. The first white wall of the village Rises through fruit-trees. Of what was it I was thinking? So the meaning escapes.

The bees came booming as if they had never gone, As if hyacinths had never gone. We say This changes and that changes. Thus the constant<p> Violets, doves, girls, bees and hyacinths Are inconstant objects of inconstant cause In a universe of inconstancy. This means<p>Night-blue is an inconstant thing. The seraph Is satyr in Saturn, according to his thoughts.

I certainly do not exist from nine to six, when I am at the office.