There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world.
Everything is discursive opinion instead of direct experience.
It's not a love of poetry readings that attracts those who do come to them but theater.
Things go away to return, brightened for the passage
Only silence perfects silence.
The poet exposes himself to the risk. All that has been said about poetry, all that he has learned about poetry, is only a partial assurance.