We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
The only way round is through.
Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.
How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?
I am not a teacher. I am an awakener.
Every poem is a momentary stay against the confusion of the world.