Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind. Something will come to you.
Happy in all that ragged, loose collapse of water, the fountain, its effortless descent and flatteries of spray.
Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.
Composition for me is, externally at least, scarcely distinguishable from catatonia.
Odd that a thing is most itself when likened
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.