he stood against the wind and let it peel him clean

I never had much education in English poetry as such.

Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. How you handle it is an index of the quality, wisdom, and decorum of the things inside you. As you handle it you come into contact with what is inside you, in a sudden and startling way. You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.