The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss. See image Christopher Fry
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing See image Christopher Fry
Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats? See image Christopher Fry
Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time. See image Christopher Fry