The first step in the journey is to lose your way.
The first step... shall be to lose the way.
I have always intended to live forever; but not until now, to live now.
Perhaps poetry will be the canary in the mine-shaft warning us of what's to come.
It is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.
To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment