“... stars that marked
those in whose faces
you had not
looked. ‘They were cast out
as if they were
some animals, some beasts.’”
—Denise Levertov (b. 1923)
“yet it seems
Life scarce can cast a fragrance on the wind,
Scarce spread a glory to the morning beams,
But the torn petals strew the garden plot;
And there’s but common greenness after that.”
—William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)
“Just as the creative artist is not allowed to choose, neither is he permitted to turn his back on anything: a single refusal, and he is cast out of the state of grace and becomes sinful all the way through.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926)