The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayWe say God and the imagination are one . . . How high that highest candle lights the dark.
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayChildren picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill;
The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a PlayMan is like palm-wine: when young, sweet but without strength; in old age, strong but harsh.
CongoleseNot content to have the audience in the palm of his hand, he goes one further and clinches his fist.
Kenneth Tynan