We know what boredom is: it is a dull
Impatience or a fierce velleity,
A champing wish, stalled by our lassitude,
To make or do. In the strict sense, of course,
We invent nothing, merely bearing witness
To what each morning brings again to light
Collected Poems 1943-2004 (ed. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2006) - ISBN: 9780156030793