Each poem in becoming generates the laws by which it is generated: extensions of the laws to other poems never completely take.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

What destruction have I been blessed by?

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

I am grateful for - though I can't keep up with - the flood of articles, theses, and textbooks that mean to share insight concerning the nature of poetry.

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.

Things go away to return, brightened for the passage