Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth.
Poetry is a reaching out forward expression, an effort to find fulfillment
What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?
I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.
The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.