Accept these images for what they are—
Out of the past a fragile element
Of substance into accident.
I would speak honestly and of a full heart;
I would speak surely for the tale is short,
And the soul’s remorseless catalogue
Assumes its quick and piteous sum.
Robert Penn Warren, from “San Francisco Night Window,” Selected Poems of Robert Penn Warren, ed. John Burt (Louisiana State University Press, 2001)