Odd that a thing is most itself when likened

Composition for me is, externally at least, scarcely distinguishable from catatonia.

It is true that the poet does not directly address his neighbors; but he does address a great congress of persons who dwell at the back of his mind, a congress of all those who have taught him and whom he has admired; they constitute his ideal audience and his better self.

What's lightly hid is deepest understood.

Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.

I would feel dead if I didn't have the ability periodically to put my world in order with a poem. I think to be inarticulate is a great suffering, and is especially so to anyone who has a certain knack for poetry.

The strength of the genie comes from being in a bottle.