All history is modern history

The early settlers amazed her--they had pluck, they led lives of sweaty drama. Theirs was a world of corsets and whipping posts and indentured servitude. People worked the land and died in ungainly ways. Modern life, in comparison, seemed a cinch.

Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.

The exceeding brightness of this early sun
Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.