Quotes from William D. Snodgrass

It was the nature of the thing:No moon outlives its leaving night,No sun its day. And I went onRich in the loss of all I singTo the threshold of waking light,To larksong and the live, gray dawn.So night by night, my life has gone.

The sleek, expensive girls I teach,Younger and pinker every year,Bloom gradually out of reach.