I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.

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.

What destruction have I been blessed by?

I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.

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

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 white sun like a moth on a string circles the southpole.