Poetry is innocent, not wise. It does not learn from experience, because each poetic experience is unique.
Keelhaul the poets in the vestry chairs.
But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.
Poetry is not a way of saying things; it's a way of seeing things.
Already old, the question Who shall die? Becomes unspoken Who is innocent?
The good poet sticks to his real loves, to see within the realm of possibility. He never tries to hold hands with God or the human race.