Dreams are the sources of action, the meeting and the end, a resting place among the flight of things.
The fear of poetry is an indication that we are cut off from our own reality.
Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.
The universe of poetry is the universe of emotional truth. Our material is in the way we feel and the way we remember.
Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.
However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.