It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.

Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one

As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.

There is no truth. Only points of view.

A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.

All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.