Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

“And I will show you something different from eitherYour shadow at morning strid…”

“And through the spaces of the darkMidnight shakes the memoryAs a madman shakes …”

“There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red ro…”

“O perpetual revolution of configured stars, o perpetual recurrence of determine…”