Choice, by Robert Alter.
To fill a Gap
Insert the Thing that caused it —
Block it up
With Other — and ‘twill yawn the more —
You cannot solder an Abyss
With Air.
Emily Dickinson
The world rolls round for ever like a mill; It grinds out death and life and good or ill; It has no purpose, heart or mind or will.
Man might know one thing were his sight less dim That it whirls not to suit his petty whim, That it is quite indifferent to him.
The City of Dreadful Night