We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.
There comes a time when only anger is love.
Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.
You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.
We must breathe time as fishes breathe water.
Very few people really see things unless they've had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus.