The knowledge that it takes to write a poem gets burnt up in the writing of the poem.
In writing poetry, all of one's attention is focused on some inner voice.
People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.
Maybe being winged means being wounded by infinity.
While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.
And I never believed that the multitude / of dreams and many words were vain.