A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.
There’s no preparation for poetry.
The secret wish of poetry is to stop time.
Words make love on the page like flies in the summer heat and the poet is only the bemused spectator.
For Emily Dickinson every philosophical idea was a potential lover. Metaphysics is the realm of eternal seduction of the spirit by ideas.
The highest levels of consciousness are wordless.