“We keep coming back and coming back To the real: to the hotel instead of the hymns That fall upon it out of the wind. Wallace Stevens
“The greatest poverty is not to live In a physical world, to feel that one’s desire Is too difficult to tell from despair. Wallace Stevens
“The humble are they that move about the world with the lure of the real in their hearts.Wallace Stevens
“She says, “But in contentment I still feel The need of some imperishable bliss.” Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her, Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams And our desires. Wallace Stevens