To be saved is here, local and mortal

You have your identity when you find out, not what you can keep your mind ON, but what you can't keep your mind OFF.

Even if you walk exactly the same route each time - as with a sonnet - the events along the route cannot be imagined to be the same from day to day, as the poet's health, sight, his anticipations, moods, fears, thoughts cannot be the same.

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

To be saved is here, local and mortal

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.

Besides the actual reading in class of many poems, I would suggest you do two things: first, while teaching everything you can and keeping free of it, teach that poetry is a mode of discourse that differs from logical exposition