Because [the Daimon] is simple, the man heterogeneous and confused, they are but knit together when the man has found a mask whose lineaments permit the expression of all the man most lacks, and it may be dreads, and of that only.
— Yeats, ‘Per Amica Silentia Lunae’
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It is terrible to desire and not possess, and terrible to possess and not desire.
— Yeats
‘One cannot lose what one has not possessed.’
So much for that abrasive gem.
I can lose what I want. I want you.
— Geoffrey Hill
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