What destruction have I been blessed by?

Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.

For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited, unknown

Where but in the very asshole of comedown is redemption: as where but brought low, where but in the grief of failure, loss, error do we discern the savage afflictions that turn us around: where but in the arrangements love crawls us through

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

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

Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values