Things go away to return, brightened for the passage

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

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.

There's something to be said in favor of working in isolation in the real world.

Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed.

Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can't imagine ourselves living without

It's not a love of poetry readings that attracts those who do come to them but theater.