It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom. - Wallace Stevens

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

So that's life, then: things are they are? It picks its way on the blue guitar. A million people on one string? And all their manner in the thing, And all their manner, right and wrong, And all their manner, weak and strong? And that's life, then: things as they are, This buzzing of the blue guitar.

The right, uplifted foreleg of the horse Suggested that, at the final funeral, The music halted and the horse stood still.