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

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

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

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

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.

To be saved is here, local and mortal