Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.
A thinking woman sleeps with monsters.
What we see, we see and seeing is changing
Lies are usually attempts to make everything simpler - for the liar - than it really is, or ought to be.
Until we know the assumptions in which we are drenched, we cannot know ourselves.
Over many years so many poets have touched my imagination and opened paths for me - it hardly makes sense to list them. I have always read a great deal of poetry.