I Am A Cemetery By The Moon

Extract The Eternal From The Ephemeral.

True Civilization Does Not Lie In Gas, Nor In Steam, Nor In Turn-tables. It Lies In The Reduction Of The Traces Of Original Sin.

Above My Cradle Loomed The Bookcase Where/ Latin Ashes And The Dust Of Greece/ Mingled With Novels, History, And Verse/ In One Dark Babel. I Was Folio-high/ When I First Heard The Voices.

Where One Should See Only What Is Beautiful, Our Public Looks Only For What Is True.

The Immense Profundity Of Thought In Vulgar Locutions, Like Holes Dug By Generations Of Ants.