unsignificantly off the coast there was a splash quite unnoticed this was Icarus drowning - William Carlos Williams

<p>At our age the imagination

across the sorry facts

lifts us

to make roses

stand before thorns.

Sure

love is cruel

and selfish

and totally obtuse — at least, blinded by the light,

young love is.

But we are older,

I to love

and you to be loved,
we have,

no matter how,

by our wills survived
to keep
the jeweled prize
always
at our finger tips.
We will it so
and so it is
past all accident.</p>

<p> from “Journey to Love</p>

I think these days when there is so little to believe in — — when the old loyalties — — God, country, and the hope of Heaven — — aren't very real, we are more dependent than we should be on our friends. The only thing left to believe in — — someone who seems beautiful.

In the mind there is a continual play of obscure images which coming between the eyes and their prey seem pictures on the screen at the movies. Sometimes there appears to be a maladjustment. The wish would be to see not floating visions of unknown purport but the imaginative qualities of the actual things being perceived accompany their gross vision in a slow dance, interpreting as they go. But inasmuch as this will not always be the case one must dance nevertheless as he can.