It is always hard to hear the buried truth from another person.
I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials.
We only keep what we lose.
So this was fame at last! Nothing but a vast debt to be paid to the world in energy, blood, and time.
It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us.
The tragic thing about learning from experience is I fear that one can only learn from one's own experience. Other people's - other nations' - experiences simply do not help. They can be imaginatively learned from. But people do not act on other people's experiences.