And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer

So here I am, in the final stage, having had fifty years –
Fifty years of exploration experimentation and fruitful
Failures trying to use words to describe explain consider
Create calculate conceive cook-up a recipe for being.