What destruction have I been blessed by?

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

In nature there are few sharp lines

To be saved is here, local and mortal

If we ask a vague question, such as, 'What is poetry?' we expect a vague answer, such as, 'Poetry is the music of words,' or 'Poetry is the linguistic correction of disorder.'

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

I must stress here the point that I appreciate clarity, order, meaning, structure, rationality: they are necessary to whatever provisional stability we have, and they can be the agents of gradual and successful change.