Maxioms by T. S. Eliot
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The read more
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, read more
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.
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
