I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.
Fact is based upon vulgar matter.
There is a grace of life which is still yours, my dear Europe.
This morning of the small snow I count the blessings, the leak in the faucet which makes of the sink time, the drop of the water on water.
I was playing catch with the European audience.
A poem is energy transferred from where the poet got it (he will have some several causations), by way of the poem itself to, all the way over to, the reader.