Only silence perfects silence.

If a poem is each time new, then it is necessarily an act of discovery, a chance taken, a chance that may lead to fulfillment or disaster

The walk liberating, I was released from forms, from the perpendiculars, straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds of thought into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends of sight.

If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.

Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.

To be saved is here, local and mortal

For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited, unknown