There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.
The poetic myths are dead; and the poetic image, which is the myth of the individual, reigns in their stead.
Selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in letting go.
High sprits they had: gravity they flouted.
A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.
Love is proved in the letting go.