From the reader's view, a poem is more demanding than prose.
Nothing is the destiny of everyone, it is our commonness made dumb.
I am not concerned with truth, nor with conventional notions of what is beautiful.
Each moment is a place you've never been.
It came to my house. It sat on my shoulders. Your shadow is yours. I told it so. I said it was yours. I have carried it with me too long. I give it back.
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.